Nah, I am a Canuck, so it had to be a hockey stick. Of course, it could have been a spearing penalty which the ref didn't see. Then, with the championship game at stake, I waited until the SOB came over the blue line, now almost red with my blood (I wouldn't come off the ice), with his head down, skating for all he was worth and I laid "the killer" check on him... when I dumped him on the boards at full speed, he hit the glass so hard, it cut him in two from nuts to nape. That there check made the "slays of the week".

I was supposed to be "in" until tomorrow, but I told Dr. Lemaire that my all-time favourite player was... ICI, Maintenante.... CANADIENNES... NUMERO VINGT-CINQ... JACQUES.... LeMAIRRRRRRRE!!!! And he made sure I was home to watch the big game this afternoon, less than two hours away, for the World Championship. As long as I promised to keep my blood pressure down and not have any beers while watching the game. Yeah, right... I am a Canuck.... I can't promise to keep my blood pressure down... geeeze!