By Harry Ballsonue.
I read the article ‘where have all the Tomcats’s gone’ with great interest. I no longer cover the Tomcats as a sports reporter, but I follow them as a fan…religiously (Tomcats Forever and all that Jazz).
So I looked to see if I still had any old contacts in my phone, and I did…so I contacted Stevo.
He told me that a guy like Skippy, who works in a place with a lot of young people being hired should be recruiting people for the Tomcats. He also added that the Tomcats organization is probably doing a recruitment drive as he’s noticed some new names playing Tuesday nights. And then he mentioned that he’s glad he’s not playing anymore because he’d be afraid to play against the ‘Spitter’ guy. “Who wants to be spat at?” asked Stevo.
Stevo also mentioned that he always thought he could play for 40 years, but it just was not in the card. His impression was that once he couldn’t play out on the floor, he would’ve considered playing goalie. However, his knees just do not permit him from getting up and down like he could 20 years ago (someone will remember his Dominic Hasek style when he had to play in net).
He did say he will try to get some Tomcats to come out on the Christmas pizza night…not to play but to have pizza. “You should see lots of Tomcats that night. Once a Tomcat always a Tomcat, especially when it comes to pizza and beer,” added Stevo with a wry smile.
While you’re thinking is it “Spitter” or “Splitter,” and while you are thinking about hockey, pizza, naked women and Santa Claus, do you think I could put my Harry Ballsonue?
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