….by Harry Ballsonue
Lovieville Flyers; Chevy, Shamus, Hollywood, Soupy, Doc and Razor and of course Lovie.
Snowpants Snow Squalls; Cribz, Hurricane, Bulldog, Sparky, Youngblood, Falcon, the Turk and of course Snowpants
Stevo’s Sting Rays; Stevo, Crow, Spinner, Rocky, the Rake, Skippy, Killer and the new guy, Matty ‘Showcase’ Yousef.
Fantastic night at the Kapusta Kow Palace, with 6 and 7 spares, (A Windsor Tomcat record), the Tomcat organization quickly turned Tuesday night into a mini tournament. “That was a great deal of fun”, stated a smiling Ken Cribley, “What a great idea, what a great work out, what a great time, what a great organization”, Cribz further added.
Tomcat jackets were also handed out to some of the new Tomcats and Soupy donned his right off the get go, “my cousin Johnny, would have me do some unspeakable things to him, in order for me to wear his #17 jacket, so I am happy to say, I’m glad I got my own, #18 is pretty darn sweet” Soupy Salaris said, fighting back tears of joy.
In the final game, with the Stingrays down, 2-1, and with the Crawford, Yousef and Stevo Jaworiwsky ready to pounce, to tie the game, Quarter Back, Louis ‘the Rake’ Koneigsberger, threw a bomb, final score…3-1 for the Lovieville Flyers.
Standings:
W L T GF GA Pts
Lovieville Flyers 3 0 1 10 6 7
Stevo’s Stingrays 1 2 1 8 9 3
Snowpants Snow Squalls 0 2 2 6 8 2
Outcomes;
Flyers 3 Stingrays 2
Flyers 3 Snow Squalls 2
Stingrays 2 Snow Squalls 2
Flyers 3 Stingrays 2
Flyers 1 Snow Squalls 1
Stingrays 2 Snow Squalls 1
Final; Flyers 3 Stingrays 1
Back at Purples, I was able to speak to George Metulynksy, “Tonight was really something” Metulynsky had said, “I remember our first few years, we would be waiting for that door to open, so one or two more guys, would come in, as we were playing three on three. They never did, those were the days with plastic sticks…and then tonight, to see the number of guys, it really is something, I know we set a record tonight, I am proud to be a Tomcat”. Metuylnsky had concluded.
Next week the draft will take place. I hope Stevo brings kielbasa and cheese, I love when he does that on draft night. He lets the media eat as well, next week, as I am eating your kielbasa, I will put my Harry Ballsonue so you can eat my kielbasa too.

Some guys were unimpressed with the idea of a tourney initially, but Stevo is a forward-thinking hockey man unafraid of progress.
He listened to the idea, thought on it for about 10 minutes in the shitter (aka George’s dressing room) and then took a leap of faith.
The draft took place quickly and breathlessly behind the curtain, kind of like Hollywood’s first sexual encounter with Susie Vlardchuk behind the stage in grade 6…
I think it was a great night, short but very competitive games with a good pace and everyone got plenty of hockey in.
Seeing the boys after that cavernous Christmas break was fantastic, the turnout at Purples was close to tournament levels and a fine time was had by all.
I was overjoyed at the tourney put in by Andy Brewin, he played his usual strong checking game but added a couple sweet goals. For some reason I woke up Wednesday morning without much joy and about 13 fist-sized bruises on my left leg. It may have had something to do with Andy periodically punching the shit out of me while we sat side by each at Purples. It just goes to show that GM’s get no respect, even if they piece together a sleek and skilled tournament winner from the 3rd slot…
Signed,
The guy who has not figured out a nickname yet, but knows it will have nothing to do with defiling his friends with filthy body parts…