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Goose bumps…

November 27, 2009

Last night I watched the first and second period of the Canucks game at the Charlatan with Frank and Piper,

while Prudence worked on her X-files…

As I sat there sipping on my Snake Bite,

I reflected on the year and how last November I thought I must be dying,

by December I knew I had died one hundred times,

and by January 2009 I started keeping my eye on the Canucks…

You just never know where life is going to take you,

and with what speed…

I’ve just opened a virtual savings account called,

Build it and they will come…

The other night,

as we watched the Canucks play the Blackhawks,

Starshine, Little Gem and I were reminiscing,

about how last year we didn’t know the name and number,

of a single player on the roster,

and now we do…

We also have some basic knowledge,

and growing opinions,

about ownership…

As Piper drew pictures for her Mama,

on the notice for parent-teacher meeting,

s that I was supposed to return to school a few days ago,

Frank and I discussed how Kyle Wellwood was scoring better last season,

with the chubby cheeks he developed from sitting by the pool,

and eating chips,

while he healed himself…

Then the corporation messed with him,

by getting him all fit for this season,

rather than just letting him find his best form naturally…

It so enraged me to read that,

Kyle was resisting the urge to change his game in an attempt to snap his slump (bzeimer… Van Sun… Nov.19),

that I nearly asphyxiated myself on the arm of a gingerbread man,

in the basement bazaar at Hycroft Manor…

I tried that in Toronto when I wasn’t scoring…

I tried to change the way I played…

I ended up being a minus on the season,

so I can’t change too much about my game…

Buddy,

that was T.O,

this is NOW…

You’re playing in Supernatural B.C…

One of the great things about being a teacher in this province is that,

despite the fact that we were legislated into a union by the government (smooth move Exlax),

we are considered professionals,

and that means we have the professional autonomy,

for better or for worse,

to articulate mandated curriculum in the best way that we know how,

for the students we are hired to work with…

Not all teachers enact their role or see students this way,

because we have forgotten that without a student,

there is no teacher…

Just like without a hockey player there is no coach,

no management,

no owner,

no fans…

and no NHL…

So Kyle,

when I checked in on things this morning I noticed that you scored a goal in the third period…

Great work…

I didn’t see that coming so soon for you but I’m glad that it did…

Now let’s review…

You’re a fully intact professional hockey player…

As far as I know there isn’t any language in professional contracts,

that allow management to castrate their players,

but it is always your responsibility to read the fine print before you sign up for anything…

As a professional you have every right to be your own guy out there on the ice,

as long as you remember that you are an individual who is part of a collective…

Civil libertarian principles hold no power in this quantum field…

I’ve done my own research,

I know enough about you,

and I don’t have any concerns about you being a team player…

In fact you are one of the only Canadians in the league that I’d let babysit my kids…

So go out there,

and show them what you’re made of…

When Starshine was five we were sitting down to some southern comfort of ribs,

baked potatoes,

and coleslaw,

when she said,

You know Mama, I’m not your Barbie…

With a bone in my throat I asked her what she meant,

rhetorically,

because I already knew…

Well at Papa’s house I get to choose my own clothes,

but when I’m at your house you always dress me…

More choking on a bone,

heavy sweating,

arrhythmia…

It’s like this,

there are two kids and only one doll…

One of the kids is always getting to dress the doll,

and the other kid wants a turn…

I know this is hard for you so I have a suggestion…

How about every night you choose three outfits and I’ll pick one of those,

then we’ll both be getting what we want…”

Earth to Kyle:

Despite what Scotty Rintoul says about local fortune tellers and mystics,

with all due respect,

I saw it coming,

and I see more…

But you have to continue to listen to your second brain,

and be fully prepared to say,

I don’t think so

You can go your own way...

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