Killer Strawberries
4 Mongeese 1
Game Report
November 22, 2012
Record: 3-3-3
As the Zamboni finished its last swipe of the ice, the
Strawbs were in a quandary...or perhaps they were facing a dilemma. In any
event, with the absence of the Marquis DeSave who was washing jocks in
Buttface, Alaska as part of his rehabilitation, the team was without a goalie.
Up and down the fungus-filled halls of the venerable Pete Palangio Arenas they
went, knocking on doors, begging for help. While the dressing room of the
showering Gorgeous Gazelles, a visiting cheerleading and hockey squad from
Malmo, Sweden, did not immediately relieve the Strawbs of their goaltending
conundrum, it did result in a rather interesting post game get together at the
Terminal Tavren. (more on this later).
Luckily, as the puck was about to drop, the Ice Martian
located a goaltender willing to face the opposition despite the well-known weaknesses
of the Strawbs defence (indiscriminate drinking, prolific swearing, unfair seducing,
tobacco chewing etc.). The Strawbs scored early and the outcome was never in
doubt. The Vice, fresh from three weddings and a funeral, had all the zip of a
pubescent teenager in the throes of his first near-conquest. Unlike the results
of that occasion, he scored on this one. Mayor Maynot claims he scored too but
his recollection is doubtful, given his constant inhalation of the noxious fumes
from the gobs of styling gel he thinks make him handsome.
Slickery, his skates sharpened for the first time in 2
years, was the epitome of something yet to be determined. MagBoy and Warrin’
Peace did something too, probably unrelated to hockey but still important
nevertheless.
The defence was muskox-like, in the bad breath department.
They had pep, vim and vigour and are to be congratulated on their efforts. Shiny Shone Brightly was the most creative playmaker on the ice. Butcher Brophey was back to his old ornery and delusional self, hooking a Mongoose
so thoroughly under the armpit that the Mongoose’s forward motion caused the
Butcher to cross the wake several times as he hitched a ride around the rink. It
must also be mentioned that Sir Gawdawful Gumby showed everyone just why he was
the third star of the game on March 10, 2004. With the score a very close 4-1
and the clock nearing expiry, our donkless hero sacrificed his body twice to preserve
the near shutout for a goalie who, quite frankly, couldn’t have cared less. For
his efforts, Gumby received a gigantic (his words) gash just above his left
ankle and had to be transported to the Terminal Tavren under the close care of
three nurses from the Malmo squad. Poor bugger.
Post game, the team joined the Gorgeous Gazelles at the
Strawbs’ favourite watering hole. Bon mots and surreptitious knee squeezes were
exchanged and the women drank the Strawbs under the table, as planned.
Frivolity and merry-making ensued.
15 gallons of Snapps, 3 gallons of Aquavit, 2 bottles of
Gameldansk and some international
bonhomie were consumed.
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2 comments:
And several pounds of Gallus domesticus annexes where consumed
...and boy-o-boy-o,...was it ever good! I can't wait until our completely-hurried, un-planned international hockey exchange next year with those Gorgeous Gazelles - I LOVE them!
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