In my hockey playing days I taught at a goaltending school that was run by one of the most colourful characters I've ever known. George ran the school like a Marine Drill Sergeant, always yelling at the top of his lungs, making us do bare handed push ups on the ice if we messed up, he has worn a brush cut his entire life and his face certainly didn't hide the fact that he had been a hockey goalie long before the facemask was invented.

He was also ridiculously punctual. His idea of being on time for something was to be there at least an hour early. One morning I had invited a friend of mine who was studying Physical Education to come and lecture the students on Nutrition. He is also one of the quickest wits I've ever known. The session was to begin at 9:30. at 9:00 George was all over me asking where my friend was. I assured him that not only would he be there, he would be on time. By 9:15 George was in full panic mode, saying we'd have to change the lecture, I'd have to ad lib something. Again I assured him my buddy would show.

At 9:25 my friend walked into the foyer of the arena. There were students and parents milling around. George says in his loudest voice "well, it's about time". My buddy smiles and says as loudly "George, nice to see you in Mens clothes." The parents broke up and it was the only time in my life I saw George stumped for a comeback.