Re: Rep Retirement Lodge 95: A USCHO Retrospective
Wrap it in a Gopher jersey and burn it in effigy at center ice in the JMSIC.
It is the only way, grasshopper.
Tonight at the GLI an awful truth surfaced that I feel I must call to your attention.
Michigan Tech was losing 3-1 at the start of the third period when nature called for me. While answering said call, Tech scored and made the game 3-2. Upon my return to my seat, I was soundly dismissed by the Misfits and Pep Band in attendance, as they believed this to be a direct result of my infamous "GLI curse." Their admonishments proved not to be in vain, as within two minutes Michigan scored to make the game 4-2. It was at this point that I hatched a plan: I would remove the hot dog hat I am quite well known for in hopes of tricking the hockey gods into thinking I was not there. Amazingly, the plan worked, as Tech promptly made it 4-3 and made a battle of the rest of the game.
Thus, it is with a heavy heart that I say that the curse of Michigan Tech hockey lies in my hot dog hat.
Indeed, something must be done to alleviate this curse. The offending hat could conceivably be locked in a vault and buried, or put in a museum or a big warehouse like the end of Indiana Jones. However, this would rob me of the crux of my identity as a college hockey fan. It would also prevent me from using the hat to win the attention of the fairer sex, as I did tonight. O Lodge, deliver your sage advice unto me.
Wrap it in a Gopher jersey and burn it in effigy at center ice in the JMSIC.
It is the only way, grasshopper.