Forward Momentum

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Gather 'round, wingers and centremen, and listen to a story about a game of hockey.

Once upon a time there was a hockey team called the Aces. They were good friends and they were a good team and they won lots of games and even trophies. Then as time went by they didn’t win as much any more. They were still friends but now they had grey hairs all over and some Aces even had new pieces put in and couldn’t play any more, at least for a while. Other teams had new players who could skate fast and didn’t have as many grey hairs, and they won more games than the Aces.

Even the Baby Jesus was sad about this.

Then one week the Aces played the red team. The red team beat the Aces already before and thought they could beat the Aces again, but the Aces thought “fuck that shit” and played really really hard against the red team. By the time the red team woke up it was already 2-0 Aces, and even though they tried to catch up it was too late. While the red team was trying to cause trouble on the ice like bunch of a-holes and the refs were standing around with their dicks in their hands, the Aces were busy scoring again. The final score was Aces 3, red 0. 

And the Aces drank happily ever after, in contravention of municipal rules prohibiting the consumption of alcohol on city arena property.

The end.