From the broken heartland of hockey

Yep, it happened. The Oilers lost. There were tears and cheering in my house. Tears from Taylor and cheers from Liam, the lone Hurricanes fan. I don't think Taylor was so much crying because the Oilers had lost, but because it meant she couldn't go driving down Jasper Ave with her friend Ashley and Ashley's stepdad.

This is partly my fault, because when I said to her that she could go I also foolishly said it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. So of course, she was all "but it's a once in a lifetime opportunity!" Yes, says her very unsympathetic mother, but it was a once in a lifetime opportunity that I experienced 5 times. So chances are the Oilers of tomorrow will manage to win a Stanley Cup. Maybe.

I did go driving down Jasper Ave as a kid, with Janine and her dad. I will never forget being in Grade 5 (just like Taylor) and sitting in the back of the station wagon and some prostitute saying "Hey would you like a blowjob?" We were 10, we had no idea what blowjobs were, never mind the fact that we were girls so the whole question was moot. I can't remember if we asked Janine's dad or if I waited until I got home to find out what one was.

Perhaps that is not the once in a lifetime experience Taylor needs.

So as I said they lost. I don't know why. They certainly didn't play with the enthusiasm and desire they showed on Saturday night. Still it was a great playoff run, bless there millions of dollars per year hearts.

*The above picture is of Carolina's Ray Whitney, a former Edmonton area boy, hugging Ryan Smyth, an Edmonton player. I am quite sure I have a story about Ray Whitney and blowjobs, along with some bathroom puking. But I shan't say anything until I confirm I'm thinking of the right player.