Chuck Murray
WIS & Effingwoods Hockey Almanac
Re: WIS Productions Presents ... Once Upon a Time in Hockey East
Chapter Three - Eyes on The Prize
Unaware of the events unfolding at the McBain estate up in Icewater, his old pal Richie had soldiered down to the big city to meet up Pat Pauley, an old coaching pal from his time down in Providence with McBain. Pauley had a stern demeanor and countenance, and had followed in McBain's footsteps down south, and had already experienced some early success in his time in charge, but he lacked the charm and dynamic personality of his predecessors. Richie - who suffered by comparison in much the same way a few years earlier before moving up north to run his own program at his alma mater - could relate. So when he drew his bobsleigh up to the curb outside of Boston's historic-yet-dilapidated South Station, and caught a glimpse of his pal heading hi his direction, he got out of the sleigh to greet him … and also to welcome aboard Pauley's traveling companion Lamorella, who was a regular in these here parts at this time of the season.
Make no mistake, Lamorella was a stunning beauty, one whose mere presence could reduce grown men to tears, while younger men couldn't keep their hands off of her. As the object of affection for many, Lamorella always had the pick of the best suitors, and was not hesitant or shy to cynically switch allegiances with her affections when the circumstances dictated. Richie himself was shaken to the ground in her presence, and tried to engage Lamorella in small talk, reminiscing about times and places where they had been in each other's circle. But Lamorella - not easily impressed as it was, and used to constant incursions from undeserving plebes - paid him no heed, and curiously enough was barely paying attention to her traveling companion, with whom she'd openly had a "thing" going not all that long ago. It had ended quickly enough, at least for Lamorella, but it was clear that the fires she'd extinguished for him, still burned quite brightly for Pauley So it was an awkward trio of travelers who set out from the big city, as Lamorella pined for a return to her newest beau McBain, whom she expected would be eagerly awaiting her arrival at the depot in White River Junction.
All of the travelers had spent considerable time on the road in what had turned into an untimely March snowstorm, so as they wound their way out of town along the River Charles, Richie veered off when saw a somewhat familiar site where he knew he and his traveling companions could get some refreshments to gird them for the remainder of their trek to the Far North. Lamorella openly blanched as she spied the tacky signage of the dive bar, which brought up some sordid memories of her brief time in the company of a large Polish man who'd courted her before his downfall and eventual retirement a year or two ago. Coach Pauley and Coach Richie - neither of whom had connected those dots before - disembarked and stumbled into the bar, while Lamorella was much more hesitant, waiting a good five minutes before deciding she too should get some refreshments for the long journey.
The coaches were already seated at their own table, and motioned Lamorella over to join them. But in the dimly lit atmosphere, she paid them no heed, and approached the barkeep, who looked thunderstruck by what had just virtually landed in his lap. The mook had started to chat up the gal, finding some common interests, and just as the barkeep was inquiring as to whether his newfound friend had ever worked for NESN before, their tenuous connection was interrupted by some undetermined mayhem going on outside the bar in the Cleveland Circle neighborhood. The travelers weren't looking for any trouble … but it seemed like trouble had somehow found them …
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Chapter Three - Eyes on The Prize
Unaware of the events unfolding at the McBain estate up in Icewater, his old pal Richie had soldiered down to the big city to meet up Pat Pauley, an old coaching pal from his time down in Providence with McBain. Pauley had a stern demeanor and countenance, and had followed in McBain's footsteps down south, and had already experienced some early success in his time in charge, but he lacked the charm and dynamic personality of his predecessors. Richie - who suffered by comparison in much the same way a few years earlier before moving up north to run his own program at his alma mater - could relate. So when he drew his bobsleigh up to the curb outside of Boston's historic-yet-dilapidated South Station, and caught a glimpse of his pal heading hi his direction, he got out of the sleigh to greet him … and also to welcome aboard Pauley's traveling companion Lamorella, who was a regular in these here parts at this time of the season.
Make no mistake, Lamorella was a stunning beauty, one whose mere presence could reduce grown men to tears, while younger men couldn't keep their hands off of her. As the object of affection for many, Lamorella always had the pick of the best suitors, and was not hesitant or shy to cynically switch allegiances with her affections when the circumstances dictated. Richie himself was shaken to the ground in her presence, and tried to engage Lamorella in small talk, reminiscing about times and places where they had been in each other's circle. But Lamorella - not easily impressed as it was, and used to constant incursions from undeserving plebes - paid him no heed, and curiously enough was barely paying attention to her traveling companion, with whom she'd openly had a "thing" going not all that long ago. It had ended quickly enough, at least for Lamorella, but it was clear that the fires she'd extinguished for him, still burned quite brightly for Pauley So it was an awkward trio of travelers who set out from the big city, as Lamorella pined for a return to her newest beau McBain, whom she expected would be eagerly awaiting her arrival at the depot in White River Junction.
All of the travelers had spent considerable time on the road in what had turned into an untimely March snowstorm, so as they wound their way out of town along the River Charles, Richie veered off when saw a somewhat familiar site where he knew he and his traveling companions could get some refreshments to gird them for the remainder of their trek to the Far North. Lamorella openly blanched as she spied the tacky signage of the dive bar, which brought up some sordid memories of her brief time in the company of a large Polish man who'd courted her before his downfall and eventual retirement a year or two ago. Coach Pauley and Coach Richie - neither of whom had connected those dots before - disembarked and stumbled into the bar, while Lamorella was much more hesitant, waiting a good five minutes before deciding she too should get some refreshments for the long journey.
The coaches were already seated at their own table, and motioned Lamorella over to join them. But in the dimly lit atmosphere, she paid them no heed, and approached the barkeep, who looked thunderstruck by what had just virtually landed in his lap. The mook had started to chat up the gal, finding some common interests, and just as the barkeep was inquiring as to whether his newfound friend had ever worked for NESN before, their tenuous connection was interrupted by some undetermined mayhem going on outside the bar in the Cleveland Circle neighborhood. The travelers weren't looking for any trouble … but it seemed like trouble had somehow found them …
NEXT - CHAPTER THREE COMES TO A CLOSE IN AN ENCOUNTER WITH THE DISRUPTOR ...
… wow, congrats, I just assumed youze guys were dating …
Oh, please do share those fascinating details, little squeaky man with the funny turtleneck …
) Did you make coffee?
… but if someone decides to take a shot at me, I'm up for the battle.
Now, be a good host, go get me some miwk.
