Game On

It's the playoffs and there's a lot of hockey on in a lot of houses. No exception here. The boys have always thought hockey was okay but since the Olympics they've been completely hooked. Before supper each day, rain or shine, Nolan dons his helmet, they grab their sticks, and hit the 'ice'. Sometimes they play with mini sticks, other times they go all out with the full size models. Around 5:30, the refs call "time" for supper, the players run in, eat (Nolan with his helmet still on), and back out they go for the second period. And the third. They put their sticks down only for the game on t.v. or bedtime. There's talk of wanting to play real hockey now too. We'll have to work on the skating first. And, hey, how 'bout those Habs! Cammy's going to be one happy boy when he wakes up. Good thing his Montréal shirt's clean. Paul, on the other hand, is not impressed. His team's going to game seven.

Paul will tell you that the only reason they scored on him
is because of the blackflies. Don't believe him.