found drama

They have moved hockey to the summer Olympics. You sit in the locker room waiting for them to call you out. Another player keeps trying to tell you a dirty joke about a doctor and a hooker. (“Get it? He fucks the hooker?” “I know. It’s still not funny.”) The announcer on TV keeps talking about how hockey sticks have become a pointless anachronism ever since the game became more about the Zamboni races.

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