Post by Jim H. on Jan 30, 2022 19:35:41 GMT -5
In Week 19 Lawrenceville lifted its on-ice mask mandate a mere two weeks after it was imposed in a sign that reasonable people can still act reasonably in these uncertain times—even if rock legends cannot. We’re referring to a certain iconic figure who can trace his fame back to the 1960’s and who once sang that he’d “seen the needle and the damage done.” Now he’s changed his tune and he loves needles. In fact, he loves needles so much that he denounces anyone who refuses to champion needles. He’s not only changed his tune; he’s changed his words too. Thus he sings,
Hey hey my my
Take me off of Spotify…
And the refrain is picked up by anyone with a degree from the Berkeley School of Complete Capitulation to Government Autocrats. Who can fathom such a radical change of heart? Taking into account that this rock legend is Canadian, that he’s an ex-pat, and for many years he’s nestled in the bosom of America and found it very much to his liking—perhaps Paul Egan would know.
But back to Week 19. The big news that the mask mandate had been lifted, that the start time had been changed to 3:15, that Bob Freiling would not be skating at all, was completely upstaged by even bigger news on the national scene, a retirement so monumental, so earth-shattering, so material to what really interests the average Joe on the street, that don’t be surprised if twenty years hence you find yourself at a dinner party and the topic of conversation suddenly shifts to the question of “Where were you when you heard that Justice Stephen Breyer was retiring from the Supreme Court?” We were in Wawa buying a cup of coffee. And though some say he was pressured to retire, we don’t believe it for minute. Because Supreme Court justices just don’t bow to pressure. That’s what makes them supreme.
But really we digress. Here’s what happened in Week 19, all boiled down to brass tacks. Seventeen skaters and two goalies showed. Kenny, in a rare sign of benevolence toward Blue, not only gave them the extra skater (they had four subs to Red’s three) but he refused to split up the Dougherty brothers, Greg and Chris, because, he said—and this is what really tugs the heart strings—“I like to keep families together.” This concession made all the difference. Because Greg and Chris combined with Paul Egan to make a so-called “Irish line” that would have given the Buffalo Sabres’ legendary “French Connection” a run for their money. Especially Paul Egan. Give him enough time to hike that leg up over the fire hydrant and he flat out never misses a shot.
Blue basically led the entire game, but never more than two or three goals. John Lupisella and Tim White came up big on the Red offense, always keeping the team within striking distance, and Vinnie, between the pipes, was typical “Vinsanity” flashing the leather and doing the splits when needed. Nick Gaudioso was back, skating for Red, someone whom we haven’t seen in a while. And also Mike Valenzano. He’s so old school. Refers to the Dougherty brothers as “young’uns”. His advice for containing them: keep one forward back, except that he pronounces “forward” as “fah-wahd” because he’s from New York and everything he says sounds like an outtake from “Goodfellas”.
Finally Eddie and Tim White had a monster collision in the neutral zone. We didn’t see it happen; only the aftermath—the two of them lying on the ice in a giant Red heap. We won’t speculate on how it occurred. We’d rather wait for the complete Jomboy breakdown. He’s good with collisions. And if you don’t believe us check out his “Minnesota Goalie Gets Leveled” from eleven days ago. It’s on Youtube.
Hey hey my my
Take me off of Spotify…
And the refrain is picked up by anyone with a degree from the Berkeley School of Complete Capitulation to Government Autocrats. Who can fathom such a radical change of heart? Taking into account that this rock legend is Canadian, that he’s an ex-pat, and for many years he’s nestled in the bosom of America and found it very much to his liking—perhaps Paul Egan would know.
But back to Week 19. The big news that the mask mandate had been lifted, that the start time had been changed to 3:15, that Bob Freiling would not be skating at all, was completely upstaged by even bigger news on the national scene, a retirement so monumental, so earth-shattering, so material to what really interests the average Joe on the street, that don’t be surprised if twenty years hence you find yourself at a dinner party and the topic of conversation suddenly shifts to the question of “Where were you when you heard that Justice Stephen Breyer was retiring from the Supreme Court?” We were in Wawa buying a cup of coffee. And though some say he was pressured to retire, we don’t believe it for minute. Because Supreme Court justices just don’t bow to pressure. That’s what makes them supreme.
But really we digress. Here’s what happened in Week 19, all boiled down to brass tacks. Seventeen skaters and two goalies showed. Kenny, in a rare sign of benevolence toward Blue, not only gave them the extra skater (they had four subs to Red’s three) but he refused to split up the Dougherty brothers, Greg and Chris, because, he said—and this is what really tugs the heart strings—“I like to keep families together.” This concession made all the difference. Because Greg and Chris combined with Paul Egan to make a so-called “Irish line” that would have given the Buffalo Sabres’ legendary “French Connection” a run for their money. Especially Paul Egan. Give him enough time to hike that leg up over the fire hydrant and he flat out never misses a shot.
Blue basically led the entire game, but never more than two or three goals. John Lupisella and Tim White came up big on the Red offense, always keeping the team within striking distance, and Vinnie, between the pipes, was typical “Vinsanity” flashing the leather and doing the splits when needed. Nick Gaudioso was back, skating for Red, someone whom we haven’t seen in a while. And also Mike Valenzano. He’s so old school. Refers to the Dougherty brothers as “young’uns”. His advice for containing them: keep one forward back, except that he pronounces “forward” as “fah-wahd” because he’s from New York and everything he says sounds like an outtake from “Goodfellas”.
Finally Eddie and Tim White had a monster collision in the neutral zone. We didn’t see it happen; only the aftermath—the two of them lying on the ice in a giant Red heap. We won’t speculate on how it occurred. We’d rather wait for the complete Jomboy breakdown. He’s good with collisions. And if you don’t believe us check out his “Minnesota Goalie Gets Leveled” from eleven days ago. It’s on Youtube.