Only two more sleeps until the big Classic Challenge (original story here), and I’m ready. I’ve made my cardboard shin pads, I’ve bought my protective cup, I have two gloves that almost match, and I’ve got directions to the arena.
However, even though I have an incredibly sculpted and finely-tuned body that I’ve noticed causes women to let out what are probably mating shrieks and then run away quickly because they’re worried about not being able to control themselves, I’m just ever-so-slightly out of shape when it comes to on-ice action.
So if I don’t pull through after this big hockey game that’s capped off with a day off with pay to the winners, please arrange to have my empty Pit Lepine Froz-Ex Gas Tank Ice Dissolver go to one of the legions of Pit Lepine fans out there. Thanks.