29 January 2007
26 January 2007
Hockey Addendum:
I just talked to Nim, and the guy he tackled (who may or may not have been the guy who actually hit me, we're not positive) apparently got a hair-line fracture in his jaw and had a loose tooth that they ended up pulling. The best part? His mommy called the rink to complain about, "what kind of butcher league are you running?" The owner told her, "Is your son 18? Does he make his own decisions? Did he sign the waiver? Well, he's playing in a men's league, that's just what happens sometimes." Nice.
In other news, Nim also confirmed that the guy who hit me did, in fact, leave his feet when he crashed into me. One of the owners told him that it should have been a charging/boarding major at least, but since it happened away from the puck, the ref probably just wasn't paying attention. Good to know. Or something.
In other news, Nim also confirmed that the guy who hit me did, in fact, leave his feet when he crashed into me. One of the owners told him that it should have been a charging/boarding major at least, but since it happened away from the puck, the ref probably just wasn't paying attention. Good to know. Or something.
25 January 2007
adventures in hockey
The last three Thursdays Timmy has reported on how his roller hockey game went the night before. Today, I will do the reporting since he is unable to type. Below is his account of the first part of the night, as dictated to me:
"We were playing a game against a bunch of 20 year old morons who thought their crap didn't stink and were trying to show off all night. The third period had just begun and something happened that I don't really remember but it ticked me off. So, I did the only reasonable thing and chased the guy down. I skated into him. He jumped in to me which made my arm hurt and I fell down onto my knees. I tried to get back up but fell down on my butt instead. I heard the 20 year olds' trailer trash girlfriends were laughing from the stands. So, I mustered my last bit of energy and.... let them know I was okay. After that I went back over to the bench and threw my stick and gloves into the corner and proceeded to take the next five minute to get my jersey off. Sometime in there, apparently, Nim took it upon himself to repay the act of kindness from the guy who hit me. I hear there was something about tackling and punching in the head. Whatever it was, it got him kicked out of the game. But I'm okay with it. It is hockey after all. I sat on the bench for about 10 more minutes and my teammates kept asking me 'are you okay.' I kept saying, 'no, I don't think so.' Finally George took my jersey and fashioned it into a sling and I skated off of the rink into the locker room. A coworker, Doug, who had come to watch the game, came in and said, 'you'll probably need at least an x-ray.' I was going to try to drive home myself since my right arm is fine but it kinda started to hurt more so I decided that might be bad. Luckily my boy Eric's wife was there so he was able to drive my car and me home while she followed behind. When I got home, Missy took over driving and took me to Crozer"
Enter me. When I got home from kinship at 11pm, I called Timmy to see where he was. He asked if I wanted to go for a ride to Crozer becauser he thought he might have dislocated his shoulder. Joy. That news didn't entirely surprise me since he had told me before that he might try to make the "no checking" league more fun. I just didn't expect him to get seriously hurt. We drove over to Crozer. I'm not entirely sure why we went to Crozer instead of Taylor, but I just followed orders. Timmy called into the emergency room ahead of time and spoke to the nurse on duty to reserve a room before we got there. We walked right in, bypassed the triage, and went straight into one of the trauma rooms that was waiting for him. Nice to know the nurses, doctors, and medics in the emergency room.
After the nurses did their thing, the doctor came in, looked at his shoulder, and grimaced. Not a good sign. He sent for x-rays which showed that Timmy had a broken collar bone. The doctor was concerned about his shoulder blade, so he ordered a CATscan. Those results confirmed that he also had a fracture in his shoulder plade. Dito, my Timmy is broken. After a few hours, they sent Timmy home with a shoulder immobilizer and pumped up with percocet. We have an appointment at 3:15 with the orthopedic doctor to determine the next course of action: whether he just needs to not use his shoulder for a while or if he needs to get surgery. Either way, he's looking at about 6-8 weeks of recovery.
In related news, a few of Timmy's fellow medics were at the ER working and they kept checking in on him. They were all very sweet to show so much concern for him. Porter, especially, was sweet. However, he was mostly upset that he was scheduled to be at the game, but he had to work instead. Porter told us that the Crozer hockey team is in full agreement that they won't make it through the first period next time they meet this team in the rink. They have a whole plan for how to rough them up. I thought there might be a hint of seriousness to them because Nim already got kicked out of last night's game for defending my boy. When I asked Timmy if they would actually do something, he nodded and said yes. Guess we will only see. I think it's sweet that they have his back. I just don't want anyone to get hurt or arrested. Even though, apparently, the medics called their police friends and asked them to come too - uh oh.
In related, silly Melissa news, I got all warm and fuzzy when the registration nurse asked me how I was related to him. When I said I was his wife, she proceeded to ask me all the required questions to get him checked in and I got to sign all his papers. Que emocion - I'm authorized to act in this way - I'm his wife :) Of course, in classic Melissa fashion where she stubbles with her words and says the wrong words, Timmy sent me to give the medics an update. Instead of saying "scapula" I stumbled and said "spatula" Thankfully, I was fumbling with my words because I knew it was the wrong word. So, it wasn't as bad as just saying the wrong word and thinking it was right. However, this little moment happened in front of four parademics who all smiled and laughed - it was a nice laugh, though, not a mean one.
I think that's all the update we have for you. Just for clarification, Timmy is doing well. He is uncomfortable and it will be nice when we get his prescription filled. But overall, I think he is doing really well.
"We were playing a game against a bunch of 20 year old morons who thought their crap didn't stink and were trying to show off all night. The third period had just begun and something happened that I don't really remember but it ticked me off. So, I did the only reasonable thing and chased the guy down. I skated into him. He jumped in to me which made my arm hurt and I fell down onto my knees. I tried to get back up but fell down on my butt instead. I heard the 20 year olds' trailer trash girlfriends were laughing from the stands. So, I mustered my last bit of energy and.... let them know I was okay. After that I went back over to the bench and threw my stick and gloves into the corner and proceeded to take the next five minute to get my jersey off. Sometime in there, apparently, Nim took it upon himself to repay the act of kindness from the guy who hit me. I hear there was something about tackling and punching in the head. Whatever it was, it got him kicked out of the game. But I'm okay with it. It is hockey after all. I sat on the bench for about 10 more minutes and my teammates kept asking me 'are you okay.' I kept saying, 'no, I don't think so.' Finally George took my jersey and fashioned it into a sling and I skated off of the rink into the locker room. A coworker, Doug, who had come to watch the game, came in and said, 'you'll probably need at least an x-ray.' I was going to try to drive home myself since my right arm is fine but it kinda started to hurt more so I decided that might be bad. Luckily my boy Eric's wife was there so he was able to drive my car and me home while she followed behind. When I got home, Missy took over driving and took me to Crozer"
Enter me. When I got home from kinship at 11pm, I called Timmy to see where he was. He asked if I wanted to go for a ride to Crozer becauser he thought he might have dislocated his shoulder. Joy. That news didn't entirely surprise me since he had told me before that he might try to make the "no checking" league more fun. I just didn't expect him to get seriously hurt. We drove over to Crozer. I'm not entirely sure why we went to Crozer instead of Taylor, but I just followed orders. Timmy called into the emergency room ahead of time and spoke to the nurse on duty to reserve a room before we got there. We walked right in, bypassed the triage, and went straight into one of the trauma rooms that was waiting for him. Nice to know the nurses, doctors, and medics in the emergency room.
After the nurses did their thing, the doctor came in, looked at his shoulder, and grimaced. Not a good sign. He sent for x-rays which showed that Timmy had a broken collar bone. The doctor was concerned about his shoulder blade, so he ordered a CATscan. Those results confirmed that he also had a fracture in his shoulder plade. Dito, my Timmy is broken. After a few hours, they sent Timmy home with a shoulder immobilizer and pumped up with percocet. We have an appointment at 3:15 with the orthopedic doctor to determine the next course of action: whether he just needs to not use his shoulder for a while or if he needs to get surgery. Either way, he's looking at about 6-8 weeks of recovery.
In related news, a few of Timmy's fellow medics were at the ER working and they kept checking in on him. They were all very sweet to show so much concern for him. Porter, especially, was sweet. However, he was mostly upset that he was scheduled to be at the game, but he had to work instead. Porter told us that the Crozer hockey team is in full agreement that they won't make it through the first period next time they meet this team in the rink. They have a whole plan for how to rough them up. I thought there might be a hint of seriousness to them because Nim already got kicked out of last night's game for defending my boy. When I asked Timmy if they would actually do something, he nodded and said yes. Guess we will only see. I think it's sweet that they have his back. I just don't want anyone to get hurt or arrested. Even though, apparently, the medics called their police friends and asked them to come too - uh oh.
In related, silly Melissa news, I got all warm and fuzzy when the registration nurse asked me how I was related to him. When I said I was his wife, she proceeded to ask me all the required questions to get him checked in and I got to sign all his papers. Que emocion - I'm authorized to act in this way - I'm his wife :) Of course, in classic Melissa fashion where she stubbles with her words and says the wrong words, Timmy sent me to give the medics an update. Instead of saying "scapula" I stumbled and said "spatula" Thankfully, I was fumbling with my words because I knew it was the wrong word. So, it wasn't as bad as just saying the wrong word and thinking it was right. However, this little moment happened in front of four parademics who all smiled and laughed - it was a nice laugh, though, not a mean one.
I think that's all the update we have for you. Just for clarification, Timmy is doing well. He is uncomfortable and it will be nice when we get his prescription filled. But overall, I think he is doing really well.
23 January 2007
another sigh
I have gotten into the habit of watching The View in the mornings,mostly because I want to see what they will say that will piss me off. Probably not the best reason to watch a show, but I enjoy hearing these opinions. Today, I did two things while watching the show that I have never done before: 1 - I hit the couch in anger. 2 - I applauded in agreement.
The topic was a celebrity divorce that ended because he was unfaithful to her. Now they are both fighting for child custody. Elizabeth, the more conservative lady of the bunch, said that she believes that his decision to have an ongoing affair is reflective of how he is as a father. Basically she made a connection between his relationship with his wife and his relationship with his children. The other ladies were very opposed to this comment "his relationship with his wife has nothing to do with his relationship with his children." Insert Melissa hitting the couch in anger and yelling "that is a LOAD OF CRAP!" Personally, I feel is you have an affair you forfeit any right to child custody. You have no respect for your wife, your marriage, your children. You lack integrity, loyalty, commitment. You are selfish, with no concern for your consequences. I know its a strong opinion. The discussion on the show became very heated, mostly because all the ladies were trying to tell Elizabeth why she was wrong. Elizabeth was so passionate about this and was unwilling to budge. You could visibly see her getting upset. She has a lot to say about marriage today and how people don't take it seriously. In fact she went on a little rant to which I physically applauded her.
All of this made me again think - "i'm just too conservative." I could never sit at that View table. After a few days, I would want to pull out all my hair and slap all the women. Even Elizabeth who is the more conservative one, says things that make me go "huh?" Even among friends, I feel this way. I remember one night as Timmy and I left group, I told him, "I think I'm just too conservative." Another sigh.
The topic was a celebrity divorce that ended because he was unfaithful to her. Now they are both fighting for child custody. Elizabeth, the more conservative lady of the bunch, said that she believes that his decision to have an ongoing affair is reflective of how he is as a father. Basically she made a connection between his relationship with his wife and his relationship with his children. The other ladies were very opposed to this comment "his relationship with his wife has nothing to do with his relationship with his children." Insert Melissa hitting the couch in anger and yelling "that is a LOAD OF CRAP!" Personally, I feel is you have an affair you forfeit any right to child custody. You have no respect for your wife, your marriage, your children. You lack integrity, loyalty, commitment. You are selfish, with no concern for your consequences. I know its a strong opinion. The discussion on the show became very heated, mostly because all the ladies were trying to tell Elizabeth why she was wrong. Elizabeth was so passionate about this and was unwilling to budge. You could visibly see her getting upset. She has a lot to say about marriage today and how people don't take it seriously. In fact she went on a little rant to which I physically applauded her.
All of this made me again think - "i'm just too conservative." I could never sit at that View table. After a few days, I would want to pull out all my hair and slap all the women. Even Elizabeth who is the more conservative one, says things that make me go "huh?" Even among friends, I feel this way. I remember one night as Timmy and I left group, I told him, "I think I'm just too conservative." Another sigh.
The Long Shot
I was watching The View when I learned that Ryan got his nomination for Half Nelson. Man, I was stoked. But, with a list like Peter O'Toole, Forrest Whitaker, Will Smith, and Leonardo DiCaprio, I fear my celebrity boy doesn't stand much of a chance. Sigh.
19 January 2007
A Birthday of a Different Kind
Buffy contemplates Valhalla during the brief period of snow yesterday.
Old girl turned 17 years old this week. In dog years, she'd be..... dead. But hey, who's counting?
Happy birthday, wiener dog.
Hockey Status: Ummmm.... ????
So this past Wednesday felt kind of like the old, "Two steps forward, three steps back."
At the end of the first period of play, the score was actually TIED - 1 to 1. It was pretty amazing indeed. I attribute some of this parity to the fact that we were actually keeping to our set lines and making relatively frequent line changes.
In the second period, some of the discipline began to break down. But nonetheless, we ended the period at a respectable 5 to 2. (Yeah, we scored two goals, you heard me.)
Third period - complete meltdown. People jumping out whenever they felt like it and an opposing team that apparently got tired of playing such a close game with the worst team in the league. The game was called with 2 minutes left to play; final score - 12-2.
Le sigh.
Call me old fashioned, but I really miss the old spirit of sportsmanship. I know I've mentioned it before, and I know that if (by some miraculous chance) we had the opportunity to score ten goals or more in a game we probably would..... but the whole "beating your opponent into the ground" thing just seems like bad play. Especially when they have the old "shake hands and tell each other you played a good game" part comes around. I feel more like saying, "Congratulations. You want to come to my house and kick my dog now?" Or other less kind things. But no, instead I just sat on the bench, threw my gloves onto the playing surface and sneered when one of the classy opponents threw me a, "Good game." Okay, so I'm not the best example of sportsmanship in the world either. Oh well.
Next week I hope to stand up on my skates, possibly get a penalty and at least hit one or two people. That'd be fun.
At the end of the first period of play, the score was actually TIED - 1 to 1. It was pretty amazing indeed. I attribute some of this parity to the fact that we were actually keeping to our set lines and making relatively frequent line changes.
In the second period, some of the discipline began to break down. But nonetheless, we ended the period at a respectable 5 to 2. (Yeah, we scored two goals, you heard me.)
Third period - complete meltdown. People jumping out whenever they felt like it and an opposing team that apparently got tired of playing such a close game with the worst team in the league. The game was called with 2 minutes left to play; final score - 12-2.
Le sigh.
Call me old fashioned, but I really miss the old spirit of sportsmanship. I know I've mentioned it before, and I know that if (by some miraculous chance) we had the opportunity to score ten goals or more in a game we probably would..... but the whole "beating your opponent into the ground" thing just seems like bad play. Especially when they have the old "shake hands and tell each other you played a good game" part comes around. I feel more like saying, "Congratulations. You want to come to my house and kick my dog now?" Or other less kind things. But no, instead I just sat on the bench, threw my gloves onto the playing surface and sneered when one of the classy opponents threw me a, "Good game." Okay, so I'm not the best example of sportsmanship in the world either. Oh well.
Next week I hope to stand up on my skates, possibly get a penalty and at least hit one or two people. That'd be fun.
17 January 2007
Happy birthday to me...
Yesterday was my birthday, and it was a good day. I gave into my own indecisiveness and had a pretty laid back day. We went to the movies and saw The Pursuit of Happyness. That was an event because we hardly go to the movies. Then we went to Barnaby's in Aston for all you can eat crabs - mmm, mmm, mmm. Good times. Then tonight, my small group surprised me with a birthday cake. They even sang to me :) Oh and I got a balloon - I love birthday balloons.
In a little side note: I wore my new t-shirt today. Andy, Amy, and Kayleigh gave me a High School Musical t-shirt for Christmas. It's great. It's baby blue and on the front it says High School Musical in really big letters. Underneath the title it says, "We're All in This Together" It's a title of one of the songs in the show. My friends at group thought I was weird. Then I showed them the back of my shirt. It says my name across the back. They thought I was weirder. However, I'm not sure they noticed the other super cool part of my shirt. On the back of my shirt underneath my name is my number. Remember it looks like an athletic t-shirt. So, can you guess my number? Yup, you got it "311" - my anniversary with Timmy. That takes my t-shirt to an extreme level of "oh my goodness" and I totally love it - thanks Andy, Amy, and Kayleigh!!!
In a little side note: I wore my new t-shirt today. Andy, Amy, and Kayleigh gave me a High School Musical t-shirt for Christmas. It's great. It's baby blue and on the front it says High School Musical in really big letters. Underneath the title it says, "We're All in This Together" It's a title of one of the songs in the show. My friends at group thought I was weird. Then I showed them the back of my shirt. It says my name across the back. They thought I was weirder. However, I'm not sure they noticed the other super cool part of my shirt. On the back of my shirt underneath my name is my number. Remember it looks like an athletic t-shirt. So, can you guess my number? Yup, you got it "311" - my anniversary with Timmy. That takes my t-shirt to an extreme level of "oh my goodness" and I totally love it - thanks Andy, Amy, and Kayleigh!!!
11 January 2007
Hockey Status: Improving?
So last night we lost again. But, we scored a goal! And we played a whole three periods. I know. Miracles happen. And this was against "The Vandals" who were supposedly in a higher division last year but switched down so they could win more games.
Okay, the final score was still 8 - 1, but hey, what can you do?
What I can do is get ticked off when the other team is winning 7 - 1 with like 5 minutes left in the game and still playing like they're 2 goals down in game seven of the Stanley Cup Finals.
Oh, and especially when some big overweight mongrel knocks me down in a "no hit league" and the ref tells me it was probably just an accident.
Then the ref was worried that I was going to start a fight. I told him, "Seriously? Did you see the size of that guy? And look at me. I'm not going to start a fight with him. You find me a guy who weighs about 110 pounds and I'll take that guy out." That was my attempt at levity and looking like less of a hot head.
Next week we play "Bomb Squad" who we will probably lose to. But in the first week they played to a 4 -4 tie with the Vandals, so maybe we'll make it to the end of the game again. Baby steps.
Okay, the final score was still 8 - 1, but hey, what can you do?
What I can do is get ticked off when the other team is winning 7 - 1 with like 5 minutes left in the game and still playing like they're 2 goals down in game seven of the Stanley Cup Finals.
Oh, and especially when some big overweight mongrel knocks me down in a "no hit league" and the ref tells me it was probably just an accident.
Then the ref was worried that I was going to start a fight. I told him, "Seriously? Did you see the size of that guy? And look at me. I'm not going to start a fight with him. You find me a guy who weighs about 110 pounds and I'll take that guy out." That was my attempt at levity and looking like less of a hot head.
Next week we play "Bomb Squad" who we will probably lose to. But in the first week they played to a 4 -4 tie with the Vandals, so maybe we'll make it to the end of the game again. Baby steps.
06 January 2007
wudup
Hey Everyone. It sure has been a while since I blogged. I haven't been very motivated. I haven't been very motivated to do anything really. Just being lazy, blaming it on the holidays. Technically the holidays are over, but thanks to a mid-January birthday, I get to extend the holidays. Timmy and I are still planning on going to NYC to celebrate my 27th. We just aren't sure how exactly. We want to be a little financially cautious since the last few months seemed to suck up so much of our money and we still want to head out to Columbus to visit the Crawfords.
So, what to say....
Do you know that show Inside the Actors Studio? I enjoy that show, when the right actor is on. Last night I watched a bit of it with Matt Damon. I love the last segment of the show when James Lipton asked his set list of questions:
1. What is your favorite word?
2. What is your least favorite word?
3. What turns you on?
4. What turns you off?
5. What is your favorite curse word?
6. What sound or noise do you love?
7. What sound or noise do you hate?
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
9. What profession would you not like to do?
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
I'm never really sure how to answer those questions. And I think about it often. I mean, what will I tell Mr. Upton when I become a celebrity and get invited to the show! I don't know. Right now, the only one I do know is my favorite sound or noise: Timmy at home worshipping. At this moment, I'm laying on the couch and he's on the floor going through his set list for tomorrow. I hope that some day we will have a baby. I'm sure if that ever happens, our baby's laugh will be my favorite sound, but for now, I do love this one.
....
So, the last couple of days I have been on the hunt for Half Nelson. Most of you know about my celebrity crush on Ryan Gosling. Thankfully, my crush isn't entirely superficial since the guy has some really interesting movies. I've been looking forward to watching this one for a while, but I haven't seen it anywhere - theater or video store. So, yesterday I went to Blockbuster - nothing. Then today, I went to our local place, whose name I can't think of - again, nothing. I really want to see it, especially since it's getting that whole buzz thing. I hate looking for movies at the video store that have a lot of buzz because it can be impossible to track down, especially an independent like Half Nelson. Well, it seems that you can purchase it online and it is available through Nexflix. That would suggest to me that I should be able to rent it. He's gained enough commercial attention from The Notebook that the movie should be at the store. Even then, before The Notebook, you could find his other obscure, independent movies. Booooo. Where's Half Nelson?!?!?!?!?
...
Alright Timmy and I have a game plan. We're going to stop by his parents and borrow Pirates 2 and then we're going to pick up some Boston Market - ah, yes, a happening Saturday night indeed.
So, what to say....
Do you know that show Inside the Actors Studio? I enjoy that show, when the right actor is on. Last night I watched a bit of it with Matt Damon. I love the last segment of the show when James Lipton asked his set list of questions:
1. What is your favorite word?
2. What is your least favorite word?
3. What turns you on?
4. What turns you off?
5. What is your favorite curse word?
6. What sound or noise do you love?
7. What sound or noise do you hate?
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
9. What profession would you not like to do?
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
I'm never really sure how to answer those questions. And I think about it often. I mean, what will I tell Mr. Upton when I become a celebrity and get invited to the show! I don't know. Right now, the only one I do know is my favorite sound or noise: Timmy at home worshipping. At this moment, I'm laying on the couch and he's on the floor going through his set list for tomorrow. I hope that some day we will have a baby. I'm sure if that ever happens, our baby's laugh will be my favorite sound, but for now, I do love this one.
....
So, the last couple of days I have been on the hunt for Half Nelson. Most of you know about my celebrity crush on Ryan Gosling. Thankfully, my crush isn't entirely superficial since the guy has some really interesting movies. I've been looking forward to watching this one for a while, but I haven't seen it anywhere - theater or video store. So, yesterday I went to Blockbuster - nothing. Then today, I went to our local place, whose name I can't think of - again, nothing. I really want to see it, especially since it's getting that whole buzz thing. I hate looking for movies at the video store that have a lot of buzz because it can be impossible to track down, especially an independent like Half Nelson. Well, it seems that you can purchase it online and it is available through Nexflix. That would suggest to me that I should be able to rent it. He's gained enough commercial attention from The Notebook that the movie should be at the store. Even then, before The Notebook, you could find his other obscure, independent movies. Booooo. Where's Half Nelson?!?!?!?!?
...
Alright Timmy and I have a game plan. We're going to stop by his parents and borrow Pirates 2 and then we're going to pick up some Boston Market - ah, yes, a happening Saturday night indeed.
04 January 2007
Hockey Status: Poor
Tonight was the first game of the 10 game season for Crozer Hockey, we played the University of Pennsylvania.
I think we actually got one or two shots on goal in the second period. Not me, personally, but I did block 3 shots and was only a minus 4.
Apparently the U of P team was really bad last year and so they had a few of the players from their higher division team playing on this team. Minimal consolation in that one.
Oh, and they didn't have a goalie, so in net they had one of the guys who is on staff at the rink.
Our goalie was playing in his first actual game.... ever? You know, aside from street hockey, I think.
As it turns out, this league has a sort of "ten run rule" - like in most softball leagues. We triggered this rule with about one minute left in the second period.
U of Penn: 10
Crozer: 0
The worst team in Crozer history was the "Chester Cheetahs" who played in a Dek Hockey league at Family Fun Spot several years ago. They scored one goal the whole season.
We might give them a run for their money.
I think we actually got one or two shots on goal in the second period. Not me, personally, but I did block 3 shots and was only a minus 4.
Apparently the U of P team was really bad last year and so they had a few of the players from their higher division team playing on this team. Minimal consolation in that one.
Oh, and they didn't have a goalie, so in net they had one of the guys who is on staff at the rink.
Our goalie was playing in his first actual game.... ever? You know, aside from street hockey, I think.
As it turns out, this league has a sort of "ten run rule" - like in most softball leagues. We triggered this rule with about one minute left in the second period.
U of Penn: 10
Crozer: 0
The worst team in Crozer history was the "Chester Cheetahs" who played in a Dek Hockey league at Family Fun Spot several years ago. They scored one goal the whole season.
We might give them a run for their money.
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