It’s Summer and there is nothing going on in the hockey world. It’s like 500 degrees outside (Swamp Ass Season, population me) and all I want to do is crack open a beer by the water. Did you hear that? What is that noise?
Oh my god, does this look like fun. Booze, Water, Hockey = The Dream. When it’s a million degrees outside you can still go out and have fun with the boys. Are you too fat? Wear a jersey. Need to workout? Hop on the tarp and count your steps. You may break your leg, but you know what? You’ll be too blasted on spiked seltzers that you won’t even feel it. Bring the speakers outside, pump up your darty playlist, throw sticks in the middle and have some fun.
I, for one, am absolutely on board for some soap hockey. Only bad thing about this? It’s ANOTHER genius idea that my dumb ass brain couldn’t get to first.