French showed up last night at "church hockey". I questioned if he was allowed here, but it turns out the ban was never registered...so French was good to go. (He'd been kicked out of church league for decking the goalie - his goalie - )
I asked him where he'd been. French got a job in Winnipeg replacing light bulbs in a skyscraper: "A Bulb Tech" he called it. He got fired when he turned on the lights in strategic offices to spell dirty/funny messages. The people down in the streets were treated to 10 storey F Us in the cold city nights.
He's back on the blades with his typical equipment; velcroed, duct-taped, and stitched up with old shoes laces...one shin pad the crazy bastard. He rolled up some old t-shirts in his hockey socks and then wrapped it tight with electrical tape.
French still has his speed though. Two years off skates and he scores four goals. Hovering at the red line pays off.
He did, however, get banned again. French got antsy for a butt so he sparked up a long American cig. You could see it sticking out through his cage when he skated by our bench. A city employee told him to take it outside. The employee meant the cigarette - French thought he wanted "to go". A couple a hay-makers later French is out of the league again.
Good to see him though - when he left he said it was off to one of his girlfriends.
Good ol'French.
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I love this French guy! Let's get a game goin' with French. Find a rink out in the Falls, Saturday afternoon, construction coats and smokes in the pocket, jeans over the CCM Supertacks, box of Molson Ex wedged deep in the snow bank against the boards. You freeze out there, your limbs might freeze off. Head into the skate shack, puff away, throw down a few Ex, thaw until the blood pumps back in and the shooting pain is gone, back out onto the ice. What? French never came in!
I'm thinking I must have had a relationship with this guy in an earlier life. French is fried.
(But I like him.) Great 55.
I feel certain I saw French going into my friend Hedgewitch's place. I asked her later why there was a stick propped in the corner of her utility room, but she was vague. ;-)
My kind of hockey player...My husband was born in Winnipeg....been there...no body should live in Winnipeg..we were there for July 1st...the pansies were crying for there two of summer...French should move to Vancouver...try out for the Canucks....bkm
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I am loving this “French”. I have to wonder if he ever does anything without an uproar. I think I would like to meet him in an Irish Pub for one drink. One drink only though because I could not be around when French does what French does lol.
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