My Jacked Up Life

Gene, AC and I just spent five days in Chicago for a hockey tournament. MAN….we had a blast!!!! Christy made some of her ‘Bucket of Love’. Who knew people could consume so much gin? But that’s a story for a different day.

While we were there, I took a picture of one of our forwards, who I will refer to as C. She’s the only girl on our team and let me tell you, she can hold her own against those boy’s. The picture just cracked me up. As you can see, C is sitting there fully suited up, holding her new purse that her grandmother just bought her. She just loved it. During the game some of the other mom’s and myself started having a little fun. Every time C went up against the boards we yelled, ‘Hit ‘em with your purse, C!!!’ One of the mom’s said we should have put something heavy in her purse to give her more of an edge.

This reminded me of a story about my late Aunt Marilyn.

When I was a kid Aunt Marilyn liked to go to the wrestling matches at the old Kiel Auditorium about once a month. We would see the Von Erich’s, Chris Adams, Rick Flair and all those other old timer’s. One night my Aunt Marilyn and Uncle Chris were leaving the matches and were jumped by a couple of guys. Luckily, they weren’t hurt, just a little shaken up. Because of this, Aunt Marilyn would put a brick in her purse everytime they went to the matches. We never knew about the brick until someone tried to jump them again. This time, Aunt Marilyn got the better of the dumb asses. She whacked the hell out of them.

Later, we asked why the brick. She said it was simple. It’s illegal to carry a gun or a good knife but it’s not illegal to carry a brick.

She made a good point.