We know.

And I'm not just talking about the belly
- RickJames77

That was just one time!!! And you promised me, you wouldn't tell anyone...

I was too young in '87 to remember myself, but I imagine it was pretty awesome.

Slayer was at their peak, NES was hot off the production line, the Toronto skyline wasn't marred with a bunch of glass monstrosities...
- TheMussel

So forgive me, here's the '87 Canada Cup story I am doomed to tell again and again and again.

When the tickets went on sale, my buddy and I drove to the Ticketmaster kiosk that was in the Dominion grocery store (I realize you kids have no idea what I'm talking about, but that's how you used to buy tickets).

We bought up tix to every Team Canada round robin game.

I came home and woke my brother up to call him a franking loser - I had tix to all the great games, and they were probably sold out by now, so he was a franking loser. And then I called him a franking loser again - because I truly believed that he was a franking loser.

So he got up and took the bus to the Ticketmaster kiosk.

He came home, and I laughed at him - did you even get anything?

Glumly, he responded, "The only thing left was tickets to game 3 of the finals - if there even is a finals."

I called him a franking loser again.

He ended up giving one of the tix to my other brother - which I thought was hilarious at the time, because he was basically giving something that may turn out to be nothing.

I saw all the round robin games, which was franking awesome.

Then the finals rolled around. 6-5 to the Ruskies in game one. 6-5 to Canada in double OT in game two - possibly the highest-skilled hockey game ever played.

Which meant there was a game 3.

Both of my brothers watched it from centre ice in about the 16th row of Copps Coliseum.

I watched it (underage, of course) in a crappy bar in Scarborough.

To this day, my brother reminds me of this little story about once a month.

Please kill me now.

Maybe he's just hairy
- Fakepartofme

- PatC80

Would.

So forgive me, here's the '87 Canada Cup story I am doomed to tell again and again and again.

When the tickets went on sale, my buddy and I drove to the Ticketmaster kiosk that was in the Dominion grocery store (I realize you kids have no idea what I'm talking about, but that's how you used to buy tickets).

We bought up tix to every Team Canada round robin game.

I came home and woke my brother up to call him a franking loser - I had tix to all the great games, and they were probably sold out by now, so he was a franking loser. And then I called him a franking loser again - because I truly believed that he was a franking loser.

So he got up and took the bus to the Ticketmaster kiosk.

He came home, and I laughed at him - did you even get anything?

Glumly, he responded, "The only thing left was tickets to game 3 of the finals - if there even is a finals."

I called him a franking loser again.

He ended up giving one of the tix to my other brother - which I thought was hilarious at the time, because he was basically giving something that may turn out to be nothing.

I saw all the round robin games, which was franking awesome.

Then the finals rolled around. 6-5 to the Ruskies in game one. 6-5 to Canada in double OT in game two - possibly the highest-skilled hockey game ever played.

Which meant there was a game 3.

Both of my brothers watched it from centre ice in about the 16th row of Copps Coliseum.

I watched it (underage, of course) in a crappy bar in Scarborough.

To this day, my brother reminds me of this little story about once a month.

Please kill me now.
- Atomic Wedgie

5hit happens..

So forgive me, here's the '87 Canada Cup story I am doomed to tell again and again and again.

When the tickets went on sale, my buddy and I drove to the Ticketmaster kiosk that was in the Dominion grocery store (I realize you kids have no idea what I'm talking about, but that's how you used to buy tickets).

We bought up tix to every Team Canada round robin game.

I came home and woke my brother up to call him a franking loser - I had tix to all the great games, and they were probably sold out by now, so he was a franking loser. And then I called him a franking loser again - because I truly believed that he was a franking loser.

So he got up and took the bus to the Ticketmaster kiosk.

He came home, and I laughed at him - did you even get anything?

Glumly, he responded, "The only thing left was tickets to game 3 of the finals - if there even is a finals."

I called him a franking loser again.

He ended up giving one of the tix to my other brother - which I thought was hilarious at the time, because he was basically giving something that may turn out to be nothing.

I saw all the round robin games, which was franking awesome.

Then the finals rolled around. 6-5 to the Ruskies in game one. 6-5 to Canada in double OT in game two - possibly the highest-skilled hockey game ever played.

Which meant there was a game 3.

Both of my brothers watched it from centre ice in about the 16th row of Copps Coliseum.

I watched it (underage, of course) in a crappy bar in Scarborough.

To this day, my brother reminds me of this little story about once a month.

Please kill me now.
- Atomic Wedgie

So forgive me, here's the '87 Canada Cup story I am doomed to tell again and again and again.

When the tickets went on sale, my buddy and I drove to the Ticketmaster kiosk that was in the Dominion grocery store (I realize you kids have no idea what I'm talking about, but that's how you used to buy tickets).

We bought up tix to every Team Canada round robin game.

I came home and woke my brother up to call him a franking loser - I had tix to all the great games, and they were probably sold out by now, so he was a franking loser. And then I called him a franking loser again - because I truly believed that he was a franking loser.

So he got up and took the bus to the Ticketmaster kiosk.

He came home, and I laughed at him - did you even get anything?

Glumly, he responded, "The only thing left was tickets to game 3 of the finals - if there even is a finals."

I called him a franking loser again.

He ended up giving one of the tix to my other brother - which I thought was hilarious at the time, because he was basically giving something that may turn out to be nothing.

I saw all the round robin games, which was franking awesome.

Then the finals rolled around. 6-5 to the Ruskies in game one. 6-5 to Canada in double OT in game two - possibly the highest-skilled hockey game ever played.

Which meant there was a game 3.

Both of my brothers watched it from centre ice in about the 16th row of Copps Coliseum.

I watched it (underage, of course) in a crappy bar in Scarborough.

To this day, my brother reminds me of this little story about once a month.

Please kill me now.
- Atomic Wedgie

You got it. What's your preferred method?






Karma's not just a stipper at the Brass Rail.

So forgive me, here's the '87 Canada Cup story I am doomed to tell again and again and again.

When the tickets went on sale, my buddy and I drove to the Ticketmaster kiosk that was in the Dominion grocery store (I realize you kids have no idea what I'm talking about, but that's how you used to buy tickets).

We bought up tix to every Team Canada round robin game.

I came home and woke my brother up to call him a franking loser - I had tix to all the great games, and they were probably sold out by now, so he was a franking loser. And then I called him a franking loser again - because I truly believed that he was a franking loser.

So he got up and took the bus to the Ticketmaster kiosk.

He came home, and I laughed at him - did you even get anything?

Glumly, he responded, "The only thing left was tickets to game 3 of the finals - if there even is a finals."

I called him a franking loser again.

He ended up giving one of the tix to my other brother - which I thought was hilarious at the time, because he was basically giving something that may turn out to be nothing.

I saw all the round robin games, which was franking awesome.

Then the finals rolled around. 6-5 to the Ruskies in game one. 6-5 to Canada in double OT in game two - possibly the highest-skilled hockey game ever played.

Which meant there was a game 3.

Both of my brothers watched it from centre ice in about the 16th row of Copps Coliseum.

I watched it (underage, of course) in a crappy bar in Scarborough.

To this day, my brother reminds me of this little story about once a month.

Please kill me now.
- Atomic Wedgie

Recently I was reminded of a story, when I was about 3 years old, (which was in 1983, my brother was 9) that I would fling my brothers hockey cards against the wall, and try to catch them off of the bounce they would take after careening off the wall... Turns out one of those cards was a Wayne Gretzky rookie card..

Recently I was reminded of a story, when I was about 3 years old, (which was in 1983, my brother was 9) that I would fling my brothers hockey cards against the wall, and try to catch them off of the bounce they would take after careening off the wall... Turns out one of those cards was a Wayne Gretzky rookie card..
- PatC80

If you were my brother....

R.I.P PatC80 1980-1983

Cause of death - defenestration.

Recently I was reminded of a story, when I was about 3 years old, (which was in 1983, my brother was 9) that I would fling my brothers hockey cards against the wall, and try to catch them off of the bounce they would take after careening off the wall... Turns out one of those cards was a Wayne Gretzky rookie card..
- PatC80

Here's where all my cards went:

If you were my brother....

R.I.P PatC80 1980-1983

Cause of death - defenestration.
- RickJames77

not sure if I should laugh or cry?

But yeah.. Good times... Too be fair, he told me he would do that as well, but he would knowingly use the hockey cards of crappy players, not the good ones.

Zaitsev for Doughty AW4

Here's where all my cards went:


- Atomic Wedgie

would love to see the reactions from people if someone bought a bunch of gretzky rookie reprints and rode around town with them in the spokes

Would.
- Atomic Wedgie

I don't know... Size 54 would fit me like a dress, and it's hard enough to get RJ to stop being so 'hands on'

So forgive me, here's the '87 Canada Cup story I am doomed to tell again and again and again.

When the tickets went on sale, my buddy and I drove to the Ticketmaster kiosk that was in the Dominion grocery store (I realize you kids have no idea what I'm talking about, but that's how you used to buy tickets).

We bought up tix to every Team Canada round robin game.

I came home and woke my brother up to call him a franking loser - I had tix to all the great games, and they were probably sold out by now, so he was a franking loser. And then I called him a franking loser again - because I truly believed that he was a franking loser.

So he got up and took the bus to the Ticketmaster kiosk.

He came home, and I laughed at him - did you even get anything?

Glumly, he responded, "The only thing left was tickets to game 3 of the finals - if there even is a finals."

I called him a franking loser again.

He ended up giving one of the tix to my other brother - which I thought was hilarious at the time, because he was basically giving something that may turn out to be nothing.

I saw all the round robin games, which was franking awesome.

Then the finals rolled around. 6-5 to the Ruskies in game one. 6-5 to Canada in double OT in game two - possibly the highest-skilled hockey game ever played.

Which meant there was a game 3.

Both of my brothers watched it from centre ice in about the 16th row of Copps Coliseum.

I watched it (underage, of course) in a crappy bar in Scarborough.

To this day, my brother reminds me of this little story about once a month.

Please kill me now.
- Atomic Wedgie

What a (frank)ing loser.

So forgive me, here's the '87 Canada Cup story I am doomed to tell again and again and again.

When the tickets went on sale, my buddy and I drove to the Ticketmaster kiosk that was in the Dominion grocery store (I realize you kids have no idea what I'm talking about, but that's how you used to buy tickets).

We bought up tix to every Team Canada round robin game.

I came home and woke my brother up to call him a franking loser - I had tix to all the great games, and they were probably sold out by now, so he was a franking loser. And then I called him a franking loser again - because I truly believed that he was a franking loser.

So he got up and took the bus to the Ticketmaster kiosk.

He came home, and I laughed at him - did you even get anything?

Glumly, he responded, "The only thing left was tickets to game 3 of the finals - if there even is a finals."

I called him a franking loser again.

He ended up giving one of the tix to my other brother - which I thought was hilarious at the time, because he was basically giving something that may turn out to be nothing.

I saw all the round robin games, which was franking awesome.

Then the finals rolled around. 6-5 to the Ruskies in game one. 6-5 to Canada in double OT in game two - possibly the highest-skilled hockey game ever played.

Which meant there was a game 3.

Both of my brothers watched it from centre ice in about the 16th row of Copps Coliseum.

I watched it (underage, of course) in a crappy bar in Scarborough.

To this day, Atomic Wedgie reminds us of this little story about once a month.

Please kill me now.
- Atomic Wedgie

Fat (frank)!
- .HOHO.

Hey, hey.
I'm sure I could fit into a 52 but I just take what I'm given.

Hey, hey.
I'm sure I could fit into a 52 but I just take what I'm given.
- bobbyisno1

1-800-CALL-JENNY

Fatty McFAT(frank)

1-800-CALL-JENNY

Fatty McFAT(frank)
- .HOHO.

So is Marchand suspended 3 games for axe chop?

So is Marchand suspended 3 games for axe chop?
- BestRapperAlive

Was wondering the exact same thing. Two handed, axe chop on Rielly's leg


....but probably not.

So is Marchand suspended 3 games for axe chop and the SLEWFOOT?
- BestRapperAlive

YES. And McAvoy got 3 for the other SLEWFOOT!

1-800-CALL-JENNY

Fatty McFAT(frank)
- .HOHO.

You should give 1-800-3825-69428 a call

Let's see if you can decipher that

So is Marchand suspended 3 games for axe chop?
- BestRapperAlive

no, but I hope that in Game 4, Marchand gets frustrated again like he was last night.. Then we know he will do something even dumber.

You should give 1-800-3825-69428 a call

Let's see if you can decipher that


- RickJames77

Easy....

1-800-fvck-my-hat