The regular season is winding down in the NHL, and as the playoff race heats up, I await my shot to help a team make a serious run for the Super Bowl.
Yes, I am an “unrestricted-in-the-broadest-sense” free agent, who has yet to hear the jingle of my telephone, beckoning from a team that requires my special skill set to make a run for the brass ring. Or whatever the trophy is made of…
Look at that face! The concentration, the nerves of steel…the ability to blind opponents with a single flash of that polished forehead.
Killer instinct. Smudge-free eyeglasses – I’ve got it all, and I want to bring it. Anywhere…
Call me, NHL.
Chow for now!!
5 comments:
Ok, Mr. NHL, come and eat your wheaties....
That shiny pate might be why goalies wear helmuts...
i thought you were on a hockey card? but i can't check because my mom through them out..
Hey,so did mine!!
i got some great replacements at a 1983 st. b yard sale 300 cards $1.75
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