I should have worn a facemask

Last night we had another hockey game and we got shelled 10-1 or something like that. I was playing defense, which is how we kept them from beating us by a lot. The thing that really angered me up, though, was that the referee would not let me play without a chinstrap on my helmet. My helmet is so tight that I leave every game with a migraine, and I swear I have dent marks in the shape of helmet pads all around my skull for the next 6-8 hours. So the point of having a chinstrap is something akin to having a piece of paper handy to hang out your car window in case the brakes fail and you need to slow down before plummeting off a cliff to your imminent death. Ok there's probably a better analogy but I can't think of one. So anyways, I had to get a helmet with a chinstrap, so this guy lends me his helmet, and I wear it, but it has no facemask! Which means my beautiful face could have gotten hit by a puck at a bazillion miles an hour just so that I could have a chinstrap under my neck to keep my helmet from rolling off my dead carcass lying in a bloody mess on the ice, hopefully in the onside position.



In other news, hopefully I will get to go out for tea at my friend's house tonight, he says he makes good tea. Otherwise I will probably go for a bike ride down my usual route, which means I grab an apple, hop on the fold up bike, and bike North to Donwood, then turn left and finish my apple in time to throw it down a drainpipe on the side of the road, but I usually miss and it just stays on the side of the road, and then I am just in time to grab a crabapple from my favourite apple tree that hangs over the sidewalk. There is sometimes a dog in that yard that gets mad that I eat his crabapples, and chases me along as I ride past his fence. I don't feel too bad, because I think he is just selfish and hoarding all of the crabs for himself because there are a ton of them rotting on the ground anyways inside his fence. I have a hunch that he does not even like crabapples at all. But that might be going a bit too far, so I won't let it become anything more than a hunch until I have solid evidence. After that I keep biking and turn right on Rothesay, which is sometimes a cruise night for punks who always like to yell at me as I ride my foldup bike, but I don't care what they say because I like my bike and it does not burn gas. Also it folds up in half for easy storage, which is why I call it the foldup bike. The other day I was on a bike ride with my dad, and he (lucky blighter) got to ride the foldup bike while I road a supercycle. We biked past a family, and the mom stopped my dad and asked him where he got the bike, because she just absolutely loves fold up bikes. She also had a cute daughter with her, but I played it cool and didn't make conversation. Both our parents like foldup bikes, though, so we will probably hook up sometime soon, I am thinking. So anyways, these punks yell at my bike, but I am sure that they are actually jealous deep down inside because most of the time they have to cram like 5 guys into a little civic and compliment their friend on how loud his subs are, even though they can't hear them because their eardrums blew out a few years earlier. I keep biking for a ways North, and then I may turn right on Foxdale and visit a few friends who live in that area, but I think for the most part I just annoy them because they do not have a warning that I am coming and need to get ready for a visitor because they are all girls. I think in a few years time they will appreciate me and wish I kept coming by, if I am not anymore at that time, but I may be, in which case they will probably not have quite appreciated my visits yet but someday they will. So anyways, that area is all populated by friends who are girls, so I do not always prefer to turn right there, but rather keep heading North on Rothesay and go the extra mile to my friend Bryan's house, which is usually kind of pointless because he is either working night shifts or sleeping after working all day, so I probably just bother him too. But, like the girls, one day he will appreciate my visits, I think, and I also like to pet his cat if it is there and hear his doorbell because it can play different tunes. Right now it goes: doooo - doooo - doooo - dooooo........ dooooo - dooooo - doooo - dooooo. I'll keep you updated if it changes.