*scores/typos of the week theme: my seven storied years of btsh prf thinks rollerblades are gayer than filthy, 3-2 biters had to eject sander with no help from bad touch, 3-0 what the puck hung up hockey relationships after math, 3-1 unis used to ref every game for squirrels, 5-0 fresh kills is hated by all of long island thanks to cobra kai, 6-3 wtp has written thousands of emails read by no one but aaron unis and rehabs, 2-0 tuques is the only one who remembers jeff west, michael ragolia, or mso, 3-2 lbs has had enough of rainbows, 5-4 rehabs founded demons, 4-0 pfr sucked at playing lbs, 6-1
hey!  leave me alone! http://www.traineaux.com/hockey/btsh.stats#gameresults
*week 22 faq -i saw some plaque in the johnsons, are you really dead? see below.
*next week WEEK 23 – 10/29/06 – FINALS
     CORLEARS   
12:00pm: Dark Rainbows vs. Filthy Gorgeous
1:00pm: Gouging Anklebiters vs. Tuques
1:00pm: Fresh Kills vs. Unicorns
2:00pm: Mathematics vs. Denim Demons
2:00pm: Rehabs vs. LBS 3:00pm: Pork Fried Rice vs. What the Puck
     MOFFO      
1:00pm: Bad Touch vs. Mexican Standoff 2:00pm: Cobra Kai vs. Mighty Squirrels
here’s the bracket: http://www.btsh.org/bruise/schedule/2006-play-off-brackets/
*lost and found from joe math: Hi, this is Joe from Math. I left my stick at the bar, was wondering if anyone happened to pick it up. It’s a bit on the short side, a Bauer stick with some blue piping. The blade has white tape on it, and one little piece of blue. jsfgraham at yahoo dot com
*next week’s party! bob says: party, sixes and eights, featuring a crazy raffle, including gear from west side stick and skate and a PBR bicycle!!!
update later this week (from beyond)!
*nobody sent me kudoses or gasfaces, so instead, my farewell from my hockey deathbed. as many of you know, i have been hockey dying for some time now.  i originally contracted hockey disease after being overloaded with too many humorless, inane email reactions to these updates, and it worsened with each pfr win and monday night spent struggling to think of score themes.  as i got sicker and sicker, bob took over more and more of my duties.  i bequeeth onto him the role of leadership.  i haven’t understood the rules in 5 years, anyway, plus he’s really calm, and he has that cart.  peaches will now be official fun captain.  i don’t know how that’s different from his current role.  maybe we’ll give him a nice sash.
many of you don’t know me, or only know me as the person who writes these emails (i’m a lady, by the way), or as the one person in the league who doesn’t drink, or maybe confuse me with one of the league’s other more prominent brunette jews, julie on fresh kills.  and while i do love every nameless, drunk, possibly-slightly-antisemetic member of this league, my love is no match for this hockey illness, which, i’m sorry to say, has taken my hockey life.  i met my end at a hockspice, surrounded by loved ones.
i may return as a ghost or something, rattle my chains and teach you the true spirit of christmas, i don’t know, i haven’t really figured that part out yet.  i’m pretty sure i’ll have to haunt you later this week with an email update, and then, like me, this list will die (after finals) and a new one will rise from the ashes.  hey, maybe i’ll rise someday like a hockey jesus!  that’d be sweet.  but for now, i remain in purgatory, or at least i think it’s purgatory, because while it’s very hot, none of my old hebrew teachers are here and reagan isn’t running the show.
there are many people i would like to thank for being there for me in hockey life, like bob and amy and party peaches and not-me julie, but since there are so many to recognize, and i am so deep into hockey death, just know that i appreciate everyone for turning something i thought of when i was 21 into a legitimate downtown institution.  as i hockey die, i hockey live on.  if not on this earthly plane, or even in your hearts, on the wall of the johnsons and on the pavement of corlears hook park.
enjoy the party next week, and i pity the sucker in charge of drink tickets.  you guys can be such assholes!  to which i say, god bless you, every single one.
peace in the middle east, sb