Right here, this is everything I like about hockey.
(1) The Green Man suits and Leggos are awesome.
(2) When I was in college, a group of friends and I had season passes to our local club hockey team. We always bought the seats right behind the opposing team penalty box. One of our group was a lawyer, who used to wait for a player to get into the box for a second or subsequent time just so that he could yell legalize at him: “You’re a recidivist! Can you spell recidivist? Do you even know what it means?” He would then take out a series of finger puppets to demonstrate.
We also had shticks that involved rubber chickens and kitchen strainers. It sometimes took a while to get our bags of props through the security check.
Oh my god, that is hilarious. What an awesome effing story! And here I was wondering how they’d gotten the Eggo box through security — if you guys could get kitchen strainers and rubber chickens through, I guess I’m not so surprised.
Err. *Egos. Effing autocorrect.
One of my best friends who is home for Christmas, from Toronto quite appropriately, went to this game and sat a mere 11 rows up from these guys. Her dad has seasons tickets so she gets to go to lots of games when she’s home. Obviously, I hate her. Except when she takes me. Anyways, love the green guys.
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