Company Hockey

It was that time of year again - company hockey tournament time of year, that is (was). Time for coworkers to forego their usual daily courtesies and professional friendliness, opting instead for intimidating angry sneers, spitting through chipped teeth and offering two handed slashes across the back of the legs.

After an embarrassing start, our team tossed aside the useless Gatorade and bananas and picked up a few Moose green and delicious Sobeys bakery cookies (mmmm), and proceeded to sneak into third place by winning three of five. This is less impressive when you consider there were only six teams in the tournament, but respectable nonetheless. Go team.

Hired referees have been keeping this event free of the bag-flashing, ref-punching, and drunken brawls that once defined it, which is both good and bad; good from a hockey point of view, but bad in that it doesn't give much in the way of stories to tell. No one threw up on our bench this year. No one exposed themselves to the other team this year. No one called the police this year. Heck, there weren't even any fights this year.

Sigh - I guess there's always next year.

EDIT: Yikes. This post was very very poorly written, moreso than usual, and was revised repeatedly. It is probably still full of poor grammar and errors (again, moreso than usual). Apologies to all you anal-retentives.