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!!
Ok, Mr. NHL, come and eat your wheaties....
ReplyDeleteThat shiny pate might be why goalies wear helmuts...
ReplyDeletei thought you were on a hockey card? but i can't check because my mom through them out..
ReplyDeleteHey,so did mine!!
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