My Personal Best...
...to the loud-mouthed dad who was riding my partner and I. The first time there was a dead ball in front of him, I suggested he buy himself a hockey stick. When he looked confused, I told him he would make a heckuva hockey dad (in Alberta, that's an insult). Later, when he was still behaving boorishly, I mimed a wrist shot in his direction. He left immediately.
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He may be mad, but there's method in his madness. There nearly always is method in madness. It's what drives men mad, being methodical.
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