“Best defence man ever, best hockey player ever, Bobby Orr, put her there, a close second, The Rake.” Don Cherry
I am hearing that the Rake may be done. A knee injury is preventing him from playing golf this summer in the Tomcat Open, a non Tomcat Event that features pretty much all Tomcats, the Kobassa Open and he cancelled a charity event, that has him and several Tomcats baking cookies, muffins, brownies, breads and cupcakes, called ‘BAKE WITH THE RAKE’. Tomcat management is silent on a possible Rake Retirement announcement, but I have heard that this announcement should be coming soon, stand by for more in weeks to come.
Tomcats have also resigned 10Carat, to a two year deal, but his start date with the Tomcats this year may not be until end of October early November, due to some VISA issues and his homeland not wanting him to play in Canada.
Stevo went on a golf trip to Woodstock Ontario, with two alumni Tomcats and a Tomcat blast from the Past the Original Doc. Who use to ref the tournaments. “When he reffed, there was no bullshit, everyone played according to the rules and regs of Tomcat tournament ball Hockey, you did not want to mess with Doc, he would have crushed you.” Stated May Day.
Two short stories I heard, that I thought was cute:
Number 1
Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked up the boat up to the van and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing 50mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day.
I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. I cuddled up to my wife’s back; now with a different anticipation, and whispered, “The weather out there is terrible.” My loving wife of 5 years replied, “And, can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?”
Number 2
After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver’s license to verify my age.
I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.
The woman said, ‘Unbutton your shirt’. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.
She said, ‘That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me’ and she processed my Social Security application.
When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.
She said, ‘You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability too.’
Hey is it just me, or is Rocky one of the most handsomest Tomcats you have ever seen? Thanks for reading, I’m Ophelia Butts