Dad was never much of a hockey fan, although he liked to comment on Foster Hewitt’s play by play when the rest of us were glued to the tv on a Saturday night, cheering for the Maple Leafs on Hockey Night in Canada.
“What number is that fellow, Abandon?” he asked us once.
“Everybody is always skating down the ice with Reckless Abandon, if you can believe that announcer, and I don’t know, I’m wondering if maybe he has a younger brother at home called Wild.”
We stopped arguing which favourite player was better, Frank Mahovlich or Davey Keon, to laugh at the idea of the Abandon brothers making all the assists.
But then “He shoots…he SCORES!!” popped it right out of our heads.
Lol, I like your style!
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That makes two of us…liking your style.
Better than none.
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Loove this one..styling and fun quotient:)
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Oh ha ha ha, Reckless and Wild Abandon, indeed 😀 I shudder to think what their parents must have faced ! 😀
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Ah, the good old days of Foster …
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I was skimming. Thought it was memoir. For I grew up wondering what a “strucket” was:
“This place looks like a cyclone strucket!”, my mom would say, each time she arrived home.
I was an adult when, one day, I grabbed my own forehead when the sudden revelation strucket.
Ouch.
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Go Penguins!
🙂 Love this story!
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Abandon all Playoffs – yea who enter here. Sign above Maple Leaf Dressing Room Door. 😀
Great post. 🙂
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