Lair of the Hoodedcarrot

Canada sucks.

said the leprecaun, before he was eaten

Remember what i said about updating this daily, or at least somthing close to it. Yeah, i was lying. Right to your face. If i was you, i wouldnt stand for it, i would get off my ass, and smack me right across the teeth.

Well, its been so long since i did this, that i forgot most of the semi-interesting stuff that happened, but i can assure you that i live an exciting life, and this period was full of events worthy of noting.

Im lying to your face again. Nothing happend, save for one, fateful night. It went a little somthing like this………….

I get a call, somtime the christmas week. I answer the phone, and i hear an eerie droning on the other end of the line, as if someone was trying to sound like one of those damn recorded thingies. It was the kind of voice that send shivers down my entire body. I froze in panic. There was nothing i can do. I was caught in the grip of the mysterious power radiating out of my phone. I tried to scream, but i couldn’t. My palms broke out in a cold sweat, and i could feel the hair on the back of my neck standing erect as Ramon at a football game. Then, after i suppressed vomiting all over my phone, i realized it was no horror-movie like entity (haha, i said tity), trying to steal my very soul through the telephone. No, it was none other than Andrew Keila.

Yes, i realize that was a dissapointment. Anyways, he said somthing like your coming over to my house december 31st and staying until the 1st. and i said somthing like ok. And he said oh ya kevin is going to be there too. and i said mkay. And so it begun.

I want you, innocent reader, to realize my one and only reason for going over to Andrew Keilas house….Hockey. Everything else at his house? i can do at mine. Except for hockey. He has both the equipment and desire to play hockey that just isnt at my house.

So, as im sure you, innocent reader, can understand, i was considerably disappointed to learn that his house was recently raided by non other than his grandparents. In the mayhem and confusion, he explained to me, they had made of with his hockey net, and he told me he wouldnt sleep until he had it back. But, this lack of hockey net would not stop me from playing hockey, nosiree. It started out simple, 2 recycle bins tipped on their side served as makeshift goals, and we played some one on one. This was fun, but tiring, especially to Keila and Kevin who werent used to the strenuous physical activity of running back and forth after a silly little ball. So, we took a break, and retired to his basement for some Madden 2005. That got boring soon, so we emerged restless, and hungry for more hockey. We wandered into his garage with only one, very vauge, but determined goal: Play Hockey. So we scrumeged through veritable moutains of stuff trying to make hokcey goals. We considered everything from painting the goal on a wall to overturning a car to using a live animal, but nothing ever seemed to work. Then, in a rare moment of sheer genius, Andrew keila says Hey, we could like bungie cord some hockey sticks together. And so it begun. (again).

He got out the bungie cords and i grabbed some hockey sticks (one resource that the keila residence is in no shortage of) and we built. But it wouldnt work, we tried and tried, but they just wouldnt maintain the shape of a hockey net. Then, the answer to all questions appeared infront of us, as sort of a holy beacon. Yes thats right, we used Duct Tape. We quickly bound the sticks together in the rough shape of a hockey net with the duct tape, and voila! We had ourselves a hockey net, or, at least, the frame of a hockey net. Our next challenge was a little tougher: getting the sticks to stand upright. THe first thing we tried, naturally, was putting the ends of the sticks inside boots. No dice. once again, we rummeged through his garage until it hit me like a slap shot from the blue-line: we could use the recycling bins. Using the last of our duct tape, we taped the ends of the sticks to the inside cornors of the recycleing bins, and BAM! it stood up. Now, just when he thought we were done, an interesting problem was brought up? what happens when a puck goes IN the net (not that i would ever let any in) What did we do? What ingenious solution did we come up with????

Find out next time in: Keilas house, Part II