Tonight’s B2 Carmel Hockey by the Highways, Byways, and Roundabouts is brought to you in part by perhaps the last communication that you will read before global thermonuclear war. Also, hockey, as we know it, was subjected again to the torturous comfy confines of Western Fields shortbus ice sheet. It reminds me of my childhood when my parents allowed us kids to turn the patio into a skills shortcake. America’s team, the Golden Showers, have embraced fates, and they faced the dreaded Farell Cats tonight in the featured game of the week.
The feral cats felt the heat of the golden showers today. Cats are fermions. You should respect them, as America’s Team did. Then, we buried them deeply 6-0 to start the 3rd period, when I remembered how to score. Ironically, the refs credited the Scream Weaver for that one.
Luckily, you don’t slap a Carmel B-2 team that profusely for such a consecutive amount of time without a reaction. They scored 4 goals. 8-4 final. Old man Bill was the player of the game.
