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JG's Hockey Hits

Dan and I were talking tonight about little man and his hockey adventures, not only as a participant but as a spectator. We got to laughing about JG and some of the silly things he has said at hockey games.

Last Sunday, as JG sat eating his cheesy pretzel at the Wild vs. Blackhawks game, he asked dad, "You know that part where they drop their sticks and gloves and then like punch each other?"

"Yeah," Dan replied.

"I like that part," JG said, then went back to eating his pretzel.

Then there is my personal favorite:

JG and Dan went to a Gopher game last season, AE and I were up reading in her room when they got home. We heard JG running up the stairs to tell us about the game, "Mom, the game was way cool. The Gophers won!"

"That's great honey, who did they play?"

Without blinking an eye he replied, "The a**holes."

"What? Who did they play?"

"I told you. The a**holes."

At that moment, I yelled for little man's hockey escort (aka the Home Office) for an explanation.

Evidently, JG and Dan's seats were smack dab in the middle of the student section and there was one lone Michigan State fan in the middle of Gopher territory. When Michigan State would score the brave Spartan would cheer to which he would receive the entire student sections taunts of "A**HOLE". I guess Dan was looking to the right, little man was to the left and JG joined in with the taunting after being encouraged by some of the students.

We explained that the name he was calling the other team was a bad word which he shouldn't repeat, although after my reaction and subsequent explanation I wouldn't be surprised if he still thought Spartan was a bad word as well.

Comments

Karen said…
The a**holes. Classic. I love it.

Isn't the fighting everyone's favorite part?
carey said…
This made my day. Can't wait to tell Jamie. He'll say that JG had the name right the whole time...

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