STORY TO JOHN:
I remember one game I saw you play,,,,The other parents were getting nervous about sitting with me.. (Like I cared!)
You tripped a guy right in front of me. I was delighted, and I wasn’t quiet about it. The day before I was shouting insults at the ref… (working on just a mickey of rye). The next morning when I showed up….I was in the front row… my nose pressed against the glass….
The ref skated over to me and said: “You’re back?”
I gave him a shit-eating grin and said: “Yes, I am.”
We both laughed a little. Then he buggered off to do his job.