One night a week Pookie works the night shift at the reference desk, during which time Schnookie and Boomer discover anew that Pookie truly is the life of the party at stately IPB Manor. When she’s not around, the halls fall dark and silent, and the denizens sulk wordlessly until 10 p.m., when Pookie gets home and we all resume our orbit around the life-giving sun. The off-season is especially difficult because there’s nothing on TV to mitigate the stony, desolate silence, so one of the many reasons Schnookie and Boomer anticipate the start of a new hockey season so eagerly is to have something to watch in Pookie’s absence. Imagine their delight, then, when they took a gander at NHL.com and discovered there is, this week, an actual schedule of actual games actually being played, some of them on TV! Hip hip huzzah!
The horrible realization:
Schnookie: “There’s hockey on tonight.”
Boomer: “Preseason games already?!”
Schnookie: “Yeah, but it’s Leafs/Sens.”
Boomer: “It’s too soon for that. Let’s not spoil the season before it even starts.”
In further Boomer-related, we’re-only-laughing-because-otherwise-we’d-cry news, we were discussing over the weekend our impressions of Devils training camp so far.
Pookie: “There’s a guy named Wedgewood. I wholly approve of that.” (Yeah, we’re all about the hockey analysis here.)
Schnookie: “But there’s a guy named Petr Sykora. I just… can’t…”
Pookie: “I’m not letting it bother me, because there’s no way he makes the team.”
Schnookie: “There’s no way he doesn’t make the team!”
Boomer: “Not on Lou’s watch.”
Schnookie: “Exactly. This is the guy who brought back 42-year-old Shanahan. He brought back Holik.”
Boomer: “Yeah. The only way Petr Sykora wouldn’t make the team would be if he had a pegleg.”