- Game one saw the Plain White Tee’s surgically scored against by the Black Blazers. Says Stevo of White Captain Lovie’s late arrival: “He was filling the cooler while we were filling their net!”
- In the end, the black battletoads pulled out a 7-6 win in a deceptively high scoring game. Truly the night was owned by goaltending on all fronts.
- Youngblood pulled a thigh muscle that became an apparent injury between games one and two while attempting a Rob Lowe-esq power move up the middle. Bulldog came to the rescue witch a dirty t shirt full of ice. The appreciative youngblood to stevo: “a picture of this on the website will only make me less popular”.
- Both Falcon and Razor stood on their heads throughout a ferociously fought game 2. Championship forms all around made Razor’s quip about his willingness to play a third game all the harsher for the fatigued skaters (runners?) to hear. Hollywood with the winner in a 7-2 victory for the White Wizards of southWest Wontario.
- The heat broken? Surely every Tomcat was appreciative of the non 30 degree weather in the Kapusta Kow Palace. One worries, are we truly rid of summer’s humidifyingly painful grasp?
- The lasses at Purple’s were happy to see the few Tomcat stragglers who made the cross town journey to that hollowed lounge. New Tomcats were given a brief history lesson of those Tomcats who have been honourably discharged from service and now join the ranks of those pictured in the makeshift hall of fame. ‘There but for the grace of god go I’ was heard more than once, anonymously.
- In an act of most amazing self control and utter zen like concentration, Youngblood did not get into the Windsor distilled whiskeys while at Purples. The City of Roses wonders how far has its native son has changed.
- Sparky was missed as were all absent Tomcats. Here’s to week 3, lads. Check the beer schedule for spirits owed.
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