Update on our shinny goalie and the lawn chair: summer's over, so he's switched to fall furniture
Folding stadium seat with a back on it. Plaid wool blanket. A thermos. Between goals, and there were a lot of goals, he pours himself a tea and gazes out over the ice like he's watching the leaves turn at the cottage. We lost 9-4 tonight. He'd like everyone to know the tea is not the reason. The blanket, he admits, might be.
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Create an accountBeer league D-man here. Don't let him blame the blanket. Our goalie eats a plain hot dog at intermission and we still gave up seven last week. It's never the snack, it's the defence. Which is me.