TMFG struggles with moral dilemma! Oh ya and Pigs Win 3-1.
Swine took to the ice last night defeating the Bastardized version of The Black Ice 3-1. The Puck Pigs capitalized on the new skates of the kid (not to be confused with “The Kid”) as TMac scored 2 goals including a short hander. Pigs found themselves down 1-0 on a fag play by Dino’s kids coach. The lanky, but friendly and all round nice guy who is cool to Tyler and hangs out at Dublin, Blackhounds player whiffed on his shot cutting across the net and watched in amazement as the puck dribbled through |Pipes| legs.
Panic did not set in as the Pigs realized that they could still play good hockey without the lead. Bearing down the team deployed their latest stealth strategy of offensive attack whilst shorthanded, as TMac intercepted an errant pass and undressed the Hound Goalie for a game tying shorty.
After the usual heckling and name calling, reminding the opposite team how much it sucks to let in short handed goals, the Pigs returned to form and proceeded to grind down the opposing team with constant soft dumps and aggressive fore checking.
It’s the kind of hard nosed play that brings out the best in our core group of tunnel rat players. Long time Swine scrapper Denny, returning from back surgery, fired puck to net and watched as the biscuit squirted between the goalies leg pad and post for a 2-1 lead.
With time winding down TMac slammed home one more insurance goal and the Pigs held on to defeat the Black Hounds and move on to their second consecutive OIC Silver A Championship.
No longer considered the underdogs, the Puck Pigs will need to bring their best game against the shifty vVault. Late game hooking penalties, Anal bleachers, and long shifts may very well result in the Pigs eating crow. Stay tuned to the Hog Blog for more in depth coverage of this summer’s playoffs.
Bacon Bits: I ask you this question? Flick it in or run away? That was the moral dilemma facing our very own Tall Mother Fucking Gary last night. Agreeing to frequent one of Pistol Pete’s local bars for a brew and some fried grub, a handful of Pigs gathered to recap the game, the team and the revitalized Canadian dollar.
Having tipped a couple, TMFG headed for the head to relieve him-self or perhaps check for calamari crumbs on his cashmere sweater. Finding the Men’s one holer occupied he opted for using the vacant women’s bathroom instead.
To use TG’s words, “I closed and bolted the door and flicked on the lights. To my horror, perched on the rim of the toilet seat was a walnut sized poop.”
Not my problem say he and so doing what all of us would do TG attempted the “splash and dash” pissing as fast as he could while leaving the seat down for the next lady do deal with.
Unfortunately as fate would have it, Gary’s biggest fear would come true. A rattle of the handle followed by a knock at the door and TG knew he was trapped. Whoever was on the other side of that wall would ultimately assume that our very own TMFG was the owner of the unavoidable small-brown-ball.
Clean it up or leave it alone. None of us can really say what we would do if we were in the same predicament so it is not up for us to judge. Needless to say the innocent HAW that was next in line for relief that night will forever remember the day that a 6’4”, moderately handsome man sporting a Nordstrom wardrobe, decided to leave a shat ball Easter egg on the seat of the women’s toilet.
