Adventures

Saw a Hockey Game

Adventures

As the old saw goes, “On Saturday we went to the fight and a hockey game broke out.” From J we got some tickets to see the Milwaukee Admirals so we took G and B. The thing that most impressed me was the fighting. The fans came hoping to see a fight or two and the players were laying for the chance to supply one. I wonder whence came this pugilistic attitude of hockey players.

I suppose it impressed me because any sport I am familiar with doesn’t tolerate fighting and the players don’t really care to fight except in extreme circumstances. The five minutes penalty would surely deter any player of basketball but apparently the hockey player would rather fight than play. Furthermore, most sportsmen realize that fighting destroys your focus on the game. It was clear that by the third period the hockey players were ready to try winning so the fighting ceased. Their focus and intensity were clearly improved.

So I was previously aware of the fighting that happens at a hockey game but I wasn’t prepared for how much it ruins a game. I only have one question. If you’re playing a pickup game with friends, do you still have to fight?

Plumbing Link

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A week or two ago, we noticed spots on our kitchen ceiling. At last, we called in the plumber. The plumber came in and it seems that the leak is from a drain pipe and not a water line so we’re doing some diagnostics to find out whether it’s a toilet or sink.

But here’s the interesting part. When I got to work I talked to a couple of people about it, and found that this problem is more common than one would think. KA had a finish carpenter drive a nail through a hose in his tub. Others have had drywall screws driven into drain pipes. The screws rust away two years later and now you have a leak. I think this is what happened to us; our house is two years old.

Pipe School and Flopsy

Adventures, Anomalisms

MG writes:

“I’ve seen that pipe school! Is that around here?1 I remember wondering, due to the ambiguity of the name, what type of degree you’d walk away with having attended said Pipe School. Musical? Fabrication? Smoking? Looks pretty small. I’m guessing it’s more like a tech school of sorts. Maybe they have a website…NICE.”

MP writes:

“While picking strawberries yesterday, Bogey P, K-Krank, Fred, and Anny2 lazed in the garden. K-Krank skulked in between the raspberry rows when I heard the frantic skreeches of ‘Benjamin Bunny’. KK proudly showed her squirming bunny when it leapt from her teeth and ran toward Anny, who headed it off, so it ran back to KK. KK once again trapped it with her claws and teeth, this time giving it a shake or two. It was medium size, difficult to carry, so she walked over to Anny, and handed it off to her. Seriously! Anny took the still struggling Bunny over to Trina2 and dropped it. KK came back to the garden and once again skulked through the Raspberry bushes. A couple minutes later, another skreetching, probably “Flopsy”, and KK struted out with her load. She dropped it at Anny’s feet again, but Anny wasn’t quick enough, so the bunny ran toward Bogey and me. It made a fatal decision to stop upon seeing us, giving KK another opportunity to pounce and shake. KK AGAIN brought the prey to Anny, who AGAIN brought the limp bunny to Trina. Where is the video camera when I needed it. This is a true story.”

1 The Pipe School is on I-10 between Waupaca and Wis. Rapids

2 Bogey P, K-Krank, and Fred are cats. Anny and Trina are dogs.

Fortnight

Adventures

Yesterday, I got to use word “fortnight” in a sentence. At the local coffee shop, there is a latte of the week. Sometimes I order it. Yesterday, I noticed that the latte of this week was the latte of last week. So I pointed out that this in fact was not the latte of the week, it was the latte of the fortnight.