The last time I saw you act like this we were kids

I think I need to listen to some happier music at work. The more I listen to this new Get-Up Kids CD, the more I think I need to start doing something else. You would think the Get-Up Kids would be happy music, but it really isn't.

New topic: I often think about how frustrated I get with all this shit, and I am glad that I have mellowed out over the years. See, when I was younger I used to be a super huge spaz, prone to doing dumb shit like fighting my friends or my sisters or being a complete headcase when I played hockey. The worst hockey incident I can remember happened in 1st year peewee. We were playing at Archibald, and I was in front of the net. Some dick on the other team was giving me those little cross checks to the small of my back, and I was getting super frustrated because he was doing it right in front of the ref and he wasn’t doing anything about it. It is worth mentioning that the ref was a young guy, probably only 2 or 3 years older than me at this point in time and likely not very experienced.

So these cross checks continue for the next few plays and I am sure I exchanged some nice words with the other guy as the play moved out of our end down the ice. We were a little behind the play and he said something that put me over the edge, so as he is skating away I took probably the biggest wind up in the history of two-handers and laid my brand new Louisville aluminium into the back of this kids legs. He crumpled and I looked up the ice to see the inevitable penalty call, only to realize the ref hadn’t seen anything. So I skate on down the ice while the other coach is screaming at the ref and (my favourite part) the kids mom comes screaming around the boards to the penalty box just losing it at the ref for missing the call.

By now this is a fairly large ruckus and the kid still hasn’t got up, so the ref looks around to find out what is going on. He sees the kid on the ice and hears the mom screaming at me and decides he should call a penalty. This sets me off because I got away with my sweet two-hander fair and square, and he can’t call a penalty based on some crazed-hockey mom. So I am yelling at the ref as he tries to get me to the box, calling him all kinds of neat names, and it starts to get to him. Seeing this I yell at him some more until he is really pissed. Then being the spaz I am, I start pushing him away from me, screaming about how this can’t be a penalty and a bunch of bullshit. He starts pushing me back and soon we are getting ready to throw down.

Through all this my dad has been watching from the bench (he was coaching me back then), and he finally has had enough so he grabs me by the back of my jersey and throws me into the box. The ref is still pissed and I am still screaming so he yells at me to get off the ice. I am completely ripped off at this, so being the classy dude I still am, I start skating off but not before telling that mom she was a giant fucking bitch and she should get bent (in front of the whole crowd, as loud as I could). I finished the job off by slamming my stick into the boards when I left, taking a piece of the boards with me and bending my stick in the process (setting the ref off once again with that move). My second favourite part of this story is here where the parents on the other team heckle me all the way to the dressing room (keep in mind I was 12 or something at this point in time). Needless to say, my dad was kind of disappointed in me when the team got back to the dressing room after the game, even though I think he was angrier at the fact that I bent my new stick than anything else. I don’t even think I got a suspension that time, so it was obviously a victory for me.

I have no idea why I am posting this shit. I mostly wrote is just because I needed a break and because Rob says all I write about it music.

And to end it for Evan: Awesome.