The 20th in our 118-part series.
Pucks in our freezer
A byproduct of being a hockey fan is that you end up with pucks. Whether they’re promotional giveaway pucks, pucks your random coworker saw in a sporting goods store and thought you’d like to have because they have your team logo on them, plain, chipped-up pucks from skatearound or an open practice, or an NHL game puck (the best kind there is), we all end up with them. So what do we do with our collection? Do we use them as paperweights? Build little towers of them on a bookshelf somewhere? Toss them in a shoebox in the back of a closet? Hell no. We keep them where they belong — in the freezer. Yes, Gentle Reader, in among the tupperwares of frozen homemade stock and tomato sauce we have a modest collection of frozen rubber. There’s a cheapo giveaway puck with a Devils logo on it. There’s the skatearound puck Jaromir Jagr banked off the high glass, off Schnookie’s jaw and plopped into her lap (the bruise it left was awesome. It was a black outline of her teeth on the inside of her cheek). And there’s the prize puck, the one that ripped off Boomer’s head (not the famous Wayne Gretzky puck that led to the Beanie Babies). The kid sitting next to her snatched up the puck, trotted up to the box at the back of the next section over, and got the governor’s autograph. He then trotted back and handed the puck back to Boomer, saying she was the one who took one on the noggin, so she’d earned the right to keep it.