I grew up playing neighbourhood road hockey. An x-ray of my shins would verify that. Always getting a stick in the shins... and giving a few. Run your hand along them and they feel like a washboard. Moved up to ice hockey, a little hack here and there, some cheap shots, a few ice fights, but after the game a few parking lot beers, joshing about the game etc. Its the Canadian way.

I'm sure after an hour Keith, we could double on a couple of preserve phez while discussing life and family.... eh?

Life is too short to have a 'hate on' for so many things or people. Isn't it?