Into the playoffs

(And what was extra nice was that we won 4-2. And I managed to score. For someone reason, winning and scoring a goal helps to make everything feel better. I'm not sure if that's childish or if it's just life.)

Dear Daring Dragons:

This Sunday at twelve o'clock will be High Noon for the frankly disgusting Screaming Eagles.

Now, you know that I don't like to tell tales about other teams, but the Screaming Eagles are known to go to funeral homes and make farting noises with their armpits.

They have been known to eat beans and cloves of raw garlic for lunch, make dinner reservations at expensive restaurants and then proceed to 'stink out' their fellow diners.

And they are known to make plans to visit your female relatives, send them exotic lingerie in order to build the anticipation and then cancel the rendezvous by texting them!

There are other disgusting things they are known for doing -- having to do with baby rabbits, beetle dung and duct tape -- but describing the horrible scenes of depravity would probably cause you to ralph on your keyboard.

Need I say that we must beat them on Sunday? -- If not for ourselves, but for the sake of our civilization?

Sunday. Noon. Rinx 3.

AND AS FOR SUMMER...

The cost is going to be approximately $275. There are still a couple of players that are question marks and pending and uncertain and other words of a 'maybe yes maybe no'

variety. Therefore the cost may change. But that's a darn good estimate.

Bring a cheque on Sunday. Or do that Interac-esque transfer thing. But do it now!! Otherwise you'll forget and I'll get upset and it will result in someone in tears. And it's tough to play hockey with your eyes stinging and swollen from crying. You know what I mean.

See you Sunday,

Kevin.