This story just bleeds awesome.
I knew it wasn’t good from the sound my cheek had made when it hit the dasher above the boards. I knew it wasn’t good because the referee had blown his whistle so quickly. I knew it wasn’t good because our trainer, John Wharton, had jumped over the boards right away to check on me.
I saw the blood on the ice, but I didn’t know the right side of my face was caved in.
My only thought was, O.K., this is a bad one. How many stitches?
I frigging love hockey the way liberals pretend to love science.
Speaking of which… (blood)…
Just stumbled on this funny one…
H/T: Occupy Democrats’ Logic
http://i.imgur.com/Fhddy2b.jpg
That’s the annoying thing with facts.
They are so darn stubborn!
😀
I grew up in the South Jersey suburbs during the Stanley Cup reign of terror by the Broad Street Bullies, aka the Flyers. Who need octopi when you have fresh blood and teeth on the Spectrum ice?? Or in Bobby Clarke’s case, no teeth… Ahh, good times.
Gene Hart used to teach history at my High School.
“Good Bless America” and Kate Smith.
The NHL is vastly superior to other sports for so many reasons.
https://www.facebook.com/GlovesOffHockey/videos/1360375057371136/
lol, nice trolling VtheK. 😉
Btw,
Beware the Ides of March, Good Folks!
http://i.imgur.com/asQLxPW.jpg
You’re warned.
;-P
Here’s a good story, enjoy.
http://turtleboysports.com/holy-cross-is-changing-the-name-of-its-newspaper-the-crusader-because-the-kkk-had-dibs-first-even-though-its-never-been-a-problem-until-now/
@Pawfurbehr:
“Crusade” has become a bad word a long time ago, in the left-infected suicidal West —
Perso, I can date it back to at it least before the mid 80s, after enjoying sessions of greatness in my public “education” (read: indoctrination) oh so generously dispensed (till 16 of age, mandatorily) by my commie History teachers.
Funny also how they could always dodge any and all of my questions on troubling complaints I heard had been coming from paradises at the time like Poland, East Germany, Romania, Cuba, Cambodia, … you name it.
The horn of plenty of excuses they had back then, just seemed of endless depth for the “naive” kid I was!
Super weird.
Thankfully, dad had been on to something, though, to clarify things a bit.
“I come no to praise Caesar,
– but for the salad.“
@8
: )_)
Wasn’t there a controversy on the left with the Iron Cross?
How about the hockey players who had their carotids sliced open by a skate? Survived, miraculously. Bad a$$.
A naughty tale of fowl play.
@11:
tangentially related feat (and there’s only one case recorded of it by medicine)…
the woman who performed, alone, at home, with whatever ustensiles she could find … a C-section. On herself. Just to save her baby.
And both survived, if I recall well.
Look it up.
@13 My bad. There have been actually 5 successful cases reported.
Still, considering the single digit number of the stats, I let everyone appreciate/imagine the experience…
We live in the strangest times, where some who cry the loudest with the broadest and most fashionable audience seem to live light years away of what others have to go through without a complaint and in complete anonymity more often than not.
A leg cramp demands immediate, drop-what-you’re-doing attention….jus’ saying.
Leg cramp, or world-class blowjob?
@6
:^)_)