Yeah! look at me go, side to side protecting my little goalie space. Yeah! This is my space you can’t come in with your little black puck. Yeah! I drink up my spirits, it gives me fortitude, yeah that’s it, calm, I’m calm look at me the hockey player, I am calm here in my little net waiting for you. Bring your puck. Come on down. I play hockey I will break your face.
I don’t know?
Do we bash people across the face with the hockey stick?
Wait! Did they tell me in hockey the stick is on the ice?
No I did not drink too much liquor did I? No this is not so.
He, he it’s just a game a sport I play hockey I will break your face!
My father was beat to death by the biker gang he was in so . . . It’s your face not mine.
Amazing what goes through a drunken mind.
I’m just saying.