3rd star: The random cop who showed up
So, on Sunday some random uniformed officer showed up at the courts and every BTSHer was like “oh shit, the fuzz!” and we all hurried to conceal our open containers, switch blades and crack pipes. However, (for once) this cop wasn’t there to give open container tickets. He was just there to hang out, watch the games, talk with people. This was a welcome relief to BTSHers (the ones who didn’t head for the hills as soon as they saw him, that is). He was even nice enough to let a few players fire his gun. This proved to be far less dangerous than playing against the Demons.
For not giving any open container tickets and for getting your kid involved in youth hockey I award you 3rd star of the week, random cop.
2nd star: Danielle Haselton (pronounced “Hassle-ton”) – Instant Karma
This week Danielle remembered to do something that I personally have intended to do every single week of the season but have forgotten to do every single week of the season. (Even setting phone reminders has not helped the situation, sadly.) The thing that she did brought a lot of fun to many BTSHers at the courts, and culminated in me getting Vitamin Water Zero spilled all over the front of my favorite Unicorns shirt. It was worth it.
While everyone knows that the 1st rule of lime toss is “always be ready”, perhaps the 1st rule should be “remember to actually bring a lime”.
Thank you, from everyone who played lime toss on the sidelines this Sunday, for taking care of the responsibility that myself, Chadwick and Heather A. have been slacking on all season.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle said “It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.” I assume that he was referring to bringing a lime. This particular little thing earned you the 2nd star this week.
1st star of the week: The refs.
This was an, umm, strange? week at BTSH. I watched a lot of the games and saw that the refs had to make some really difficult decisions, and deal with some things they never should have to deal with. I won’t go into all the specifics but at least one ref was pepper sprayed by a player during a game, I heard that one woke up with a horse’s head in their bed, and I know for a fact that at least one of them got farted on (sorry about that, Hopper, I had tacos for lunch). While my admiration for the refs is different this year now that they get paid quite a bit more, it is a tough and relatively thankless job nonetheless. A job that I have always avoided like the plague. They make the tough calls and deal with crap that they shouldn’t have to deal with, week in, week out. A big thank you to all the league’s refs, especially those of you who suffered undue abuse this past Sunday. You handled it with aplomb.
I implore you, be nice to your refs, people. They, among other people, keep the league running. Speaking of running – man, those tacos really did a number on my system.