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Wednesday, October 31, 2021

Hockey and Halloween — they just go together, don’t they?

Don’t they? I guess not, although I’m sure there’s a connection there, by virtue of that gentle “h-e-double-hockey-sticks” alias for the underworld.

I’m sure double hockey sticks is the least of what you’ll get at the haunted hockey house that is the Wild Rose Arena in western Canada:

Hell, that goddamn thing even is allegedly haunted. The rink guys say that the players doors and penalty doors swing on their own. There’s an old couple that sit in the stands at night watching games played half a century ago. A small kid runs around yelling for hours on end. And there is one man who stands in the northeast corner, a solitary figure watching games from a bygone era, where helmets weren’t mandatory, they were frowned upon.

I can think of worst fates for a ghost than being consigned to watch phantom hockey matches for eternity (or until whenever they rip down the dilapidated rink).

Incidentally, I came up with an idea for a Halloween costume for myself: The Haunted Hockey Player. Unfortunately, it didn’t come to me until Monday, which didn’t leave me much time to put it together; I managed to find a plain white mesh practice jersey, a new hockey stick, and some tooth-blackout makeup. That would have resulted in a decidedly half-assed attempt at a costume. I really wanted to find some appropriated spooky under-eye stickies, ghostly-white facial makeup, and some skull-and-crossbones (or cross-sticks?) graphics to apply to the jersey, leggings and helmet. I’ll have to work on all that for next year.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 10/31/2007 10:34:22 PM
Category: Comedy, Hockey
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