New mp3otw. Possibly a new one up Thursday, too. Weekend was boring, however, I did get my niece, Sarah, to laugh at me by talking in a lucifer voice by chance. I was making all kinds of plane noises, and car noises, and whistles: nothing. Then I get crazy with the voices, stumble across a voice that could be interpreted as the dark lord, and the kid goes nuts, laughing, smiling and giggling. Interesting stuff. Hockey game was fun, but alas, we tied. As you can see on the right there. Anyhow, I almost got in a fight. Someone took a ripper to the goal, and it bounced down in front of the goalie, and he fell on it but didn't know if he had it or not. I could sense this, so I just started hacking away at under his arm in case it happened to be there. While this move isn't considered polite or gracious by any right, we were playing the Red Army, better known as your cousin who lites snap-pops on fire and throws them at you when you're only 6. They had been doing the same to our super-star goalie, Ruben (34 shots on goal, only 4 got by), all game. So I hacked my little heart away until the whistle was blown, and one of the defensemen for Red Army takes a chump shot at my chest and knocks me back as my stick flies out of my hand. I quickly turn to approach the guy with the fire of Mozambique in my eyes, and skate toward him so he can punch me again and get a penalty, but my boy Jeff C holds me back like in a high school movie with a moral. It was pretty awesome. Weston was quoted as saying, "At that moment, I felt like your gay life-mate and some stranger was hitting on you. I was half a second from taking that guy out." Its good to have such good teammates. -=MovieQuoteoftheDay=- "I'm bleeding to death. Humor me."
 
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