I Hate Hockey

What makes a person go so crazy with joy that he feels he has no option to express himself other than to take to the streets and make such a public nuisance of himself that he actually gets arrested and/or tramples an old man? I mean, my God. Granted, I hate sports. But I’ve been excited by the outcome of other competitive events in my life, and I wasn’t, for instance, moved to overturn any cars when Adrien Brody won Best Actor at the Oscars two years ago.

And frankly, the news that the Leafs won’t be playing for a while makes me pretty happy. At least I know I’ll make it into spring without having my sleep interrupted by any honking morons driving around my neighbourhood. I live in Little Portugal; I get enough of that crap any time any soccer player from Portugal OR Brazil does anything the community approves of.

2 Comments so far

  1. Giblet (unregistered) on September 15th, 2004 @ 2:44 pm

    Q: What makes a person go so crazy with joy that he feels he has no option to express himself other than to take to the streets and make such a public nuisance of himself that he actually tramples an old man?
    A: when that person is a horse. Read the article again.
    Said “old man” was stepped on by a policeman’s pony.


  2. Wing Chun (unregistered) on September 15th, 2004 @ 3:00 pm

    All right, the trampling wasn’t any hockey fan’s fault. Those weren’t horses getting arrested for public mischief, though, so I stand by everything else I said.



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