Windsor Tomcats

As I sit high up here in the press box, first time by the way! I look up up to and respect all the writers who have sat here before me (who, fortunately for me, are following Snowpants around, after the excitement and buzz with the latest Escort Service announcement)!  A huge congratulations to Snowpants, and the industry, word is he was busy, looking for several mansions to house his new places of business. 

Black Al Sharptons: Razor, Cribz, Husky Eyes (aka Sunny), Shovey, Hurricane and Bulldog.
White Vanilla Ice: Falcon, Turk, Mez, Sparky, Hollywood and Spinner.

The scores on the evening, the Al Sharptons victorious 7-3, 7-3, 1-2 ! Good hard fought hockey, by these guys, which roster wise, in the morning skate was rumoured to be three substitutes a side.  That dropped off toward opening face off to just one sub a side!  The elder Jablonsky brother who has stepped aside (whilst he is on the mend) for his younger brother to run things, wanted to pull the plug as soon as the second cancellation came in.  At one point all eyes were on the locker room door waiting for Shamus to come in!

But the night went on, and the games were played! A lot of nice razzle dazzle style passes by both sides.  Bulldog pulled out some fancy moves scoring on several breakaway opportunities!  Razor was solid in between the pipes, razor sharp in fact.  Catching, blocking, kicking away almost everything the Vanilla Ice squad threw at him.

Meanwhile on the other side of the arena, Falcon was so busy, people were saying by the end of the night, he was going to be skinnier than the Hurricane!  Sparkmeister stood on solid ground, with his all round hockey skills, also with his beer to ice ratio, in the cooler!

Hollywood has a second sample of Tomcat DNA on his stick when Cribz walked, no ran into his stick on a follow through.  Cribz was knocked to the ground, blood everywhere, got up mumbling something about police brutality!  Who knows? 

All the fans got a treat, witnessing the Mez, and his trademark lacrosse style pass, from the corner, eye level right in front of the net.  The pass was to Spinner, who said” if I jumped up, and knocked it down, I am sure I would have scored”!

Bulldog also was heard at the end of the night frantically looking for the outdoor classic trophy “Its a guy, like a stickman, made of metal, on a ball, has anyone seen it”!  He was also looking to put a photo of the trophy, on theside of a milk carton, who knows?  Maybe on a breakfast table near you!

Hopefully maybe one day I can contribute an article again on these fine specimens of men and hockey players!

Until then, this is Phil Landerer, saying gentlemen, hold on to your girlfriends and wives