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Originally posted by rockyroad
I asked him who he was guarding and he told me #53...there was no #53 on the other team...coach overheard and finally took him out.
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Reminds me, dj, of a Hockey story of a friend.
Bob [son of two doctors] got knocked to the ice and his eyes were a little glassy.
"How are you, Bob?" --> ... "Fine."
"Can you play?" --> ... "Sure."
"How many fingers am I holding up?" ..."Tuesday."
Bob left the ice for the evening.
mick