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Hockey playoffs take over our lives

It is playoff time and Canadians tend to get pretty serious about hockey this time of year.

Francesco Aquilini is one of the owners of the Vancouver Canucks. Unfortunately, he and his wife have entered divorce proceedings, but they took time from the dissolution of their marriage to assure Canuck fans that the proceedings would not adversely affect the Canucks.

Should we have been concerned that each one was going to get custody of a Sedin, breaking up the set, moving them to different cities? Probably not, but it is playoff time and Canadians tend to get pretty serious about hockey this time of year.

My online writers group gives us a challenge each month to keep our minds sharp. Last month, I had to write a story using the phrase, 鈥淲hat is that hovering above the garden shed?鈥   With the playoffs in mind, here is what I came up with.

Let me explain. It was a Saturday night about 9:15. I know that because Hockey Night in Canada was on and the third period was about to start. It was the first round of the playoffs and the Canucks were playing like jerks and we were down 3-1 in this game.

It was dark but clear, and the moon dimly lit the backyard. The missus was putting some dishes in the dishwasher and I heard a dish shatter on the kitchen floor.

鈥淛im!鈥 she screamed, 鈥淕et in here, quick!鈥

I started to head back to the kitchen but they had just dropped the puck to start the third period.鈥淗ang on, wait for a whistle,鈥 I responded, watching the game from a point halfway between the kitchen and the living room.

鈥淣ow!鈥 she hollered, 鈥淔orget the bloody hockey game!鈥

I cursed under my breath and went to see what the fuss was.

鈥淲hat is that hovering over the garden shed?鈥 she asked shakily.

I stretched over the sink and peered outside. Just then the horn sounded, a cheer went up and I knew we had scored and I missed it. I pushed past her and got there just in time to see the replay. Daniel from Burrows, a beauty.

鈥淵ou made me miss a goal,鈥 I said as I came back into the kitchen.

鈥淚t is still there you idiot, just hovering.鈥

I went to the back door, only because a commercial was on, and be damned if there wasn鈥檛 a saucer shaped thingy, spinning around with all sorts of lights. My lawn furniture was being pulled across the lawn towards the shed and the neighbour鈥檚 little dog was going crazy.

鈥淧hone 911, now,鈥 she implored.

I headed for the phone and started to dial when the horn and cheers started again. I put the phone down and hurried back to see the TV. Kesler had scored on a breakaway and I鈥檇 missed it again. I sat down to watch the replay,  and just as I started to tell her she鈥檇 made me miss another goal, there was a whack from behind and I was down and out for the count.

When I woke up, it was morning, there was this lump on my head, the missus鈥檚 rolling pin is beside me, she鈥檚 gone, my shed is gone, my lawn furniture is gone, the neighbour鈥檚 dog is gone and that鈥檚 when I phoned you guys. Hey, did the Canucks win?

If you want to invade our country, there will be a lot less resistance during the Stanley Cup playoffs. At least that鈥檚 what McGregor says.





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