If you're missing hockey, street hockey, or just streets in general, get your runners, get your sticks and mark June 24 on your calendar because I'm similarly marking it as a day to play street hockey.
The tentative location is Minchau School. I picked this place because it's fairly easy to find, it's in the city and it's close enough to my place to have people over for barbecue later.
It's almost a month away and details are very sketchy right now but there will be more to come.
Streets, hockey, Sunday June 24.
Don't forget to mark it on your calendar.
The tentative location is Minchau School. I picked this place because it's fairly easy to find, it's in the city and it's close enough to my place to have people over for barbecue later.
It's almost a month away and details are very sketchy right now but there will be more to come.
Streets, hockey, Sunday June 24.
Don't forget to mark it on your calendar.
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10 comments:
I'm booked :(
Company weekend-long canoe trip that I already committed to.
Booooo! Boo, hiss! Well, at least you're missing it for another athletic endeavor.
Huh...street hockey on St. John the Baptist Day? Such blasphemy!
Yes, on St. John the Baptist day.
Come on out and blaspheme on the blacktop.
That's a great title for the hockey game. Blasphemy on the Blacktop!
That's awesome! A title like that will give this thing some sizzle, baby!
Liam,
You must contact me immediately. 328-4419 June 13.
Street hockey? Awesome!
I tried calling you, Dylan. You weren't there.
Send me an email at
liamdotjohnstoneatshawdotca
Replace the dots with . and the at with @
Dylans are notorious for their inability to return phone calls.
INCREDIBLY notorious.
I'm sure I've spoken with Shelly more than with Dylan the past 5 years.
It's probably for the best, too. She has many more intelligent things to say... Plus she's INCREDIBLY more sexy than Dylan "I still love Barry Sanders" Purcell. Why talk with Dylan when you can talk wit' a sexy momma?!
MIah
It wasn't a matter of Dylan not getting back to me. It was his office and the phone just rang and rang. He probably didn't realize that I'd called (or that anyone had called).
And I don't get email updates on when I get comments on my blog. I guess I could set it up that way but I just don't care that much.
Yay! Let's send him in to a blood rage!
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