Rollin’ on the River: C’mon, does Charlie Manson really play floor hockey?

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I remember back when I used to play floor hockey with Charlie Manson. One day he looked right at me and said, “Am I crazy or is it hot in here?” I didn’t have the heart or the nerve to answer him honestly. I will say he was a good line mate, and was awesome in the corners. Well, you can call me crazy, but does it not drive you up the wall the way some people take so much time to get off the road when turning? I think it’s safe to say that most people know where they are going when they get in their vehicles, and then after they hit the turn signal, it can be an eternity for them to turn into their destination. I know it’s common knowledge that people going slower than you are idiots, and people going faster than you are maniacs, but these people are in their own class. I wish they made “bull nosers” (Charlotte County term) that could travel at 110 km per hour, because that’s what I would buy. The way I see it, you have three options:  lead, follow, or get the heck out of my way;  and the faster you do #3, the better. I’m just trying to get home before I have an accident!

If you’re anything like me, there are times when you will doubt that there is actually anything good happening in this crazy world. We are bombarded with bad news constantly, and when you actually hear a “feel good” story, you really have to pause and take it all in. Last week, Ottawa Senators goaltender Craig Anderson’s wife was diagnosed with cancer, and he took some time off to be with her. Then, when one of their goalies got hurt, under her urging, he boarded a plane to get back into action in the next game. Well, he performed admirably and shut out the Edmonton Oilers and nabbed the first star honours for his efforts. When he skated back onto the ice to applause from the hometown Oilers crowd, the camera spotted the opposing goalie Cam Talbot also applauding his performance. He had just lost a duel with Anderson but realized that it is just a game and there are far more pressing things in life than what we all deem as important on most days. I remember a sign I gave my daughter one time and I think it’s fitting here.  The best things in life aren’t things.

I’m sure I’m not the only one in our neck of the woods that’s saying, “I’ll be ‘some’ glad when that American election is over.” The whole thing is crazy and appears to be getting ‘worser’ by the day. I swear you could tune in any day and catch right up with it. It reminds me of them soap operas like “All of My Restless Children” or “Another Hospital.” Get over already, will ya?

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