Reds 5:

First Goal: Mini-Wheezer (redirected by t&a), Goal #2: Mazurk assisted by TZ, Goal #3 and 4: Tommy Z, Rags had the game winner with a high hard one that was assisted by The Czar.

Whites 4:

First Goal: Greg Z , Goal #2: Drago, assisted by t&a and Greg Z, Goal #3: Brinks, assisted by t&a and T&A (Mazurk put in the top shelf for Brinks) Goal #4: t&a from his Dad, T&A, and Fruitcake.

We play again tonight, I wonder how many guys will be able to play 2 games in 2 days. When I was a younger man in my 60s, we used to play on Thursday, Friday and then play again in Peoria on Saturday!  We would then watch the Rivermen play that night and return home on Sunday after partying with the players.  Go to 2002 Thanksgiving

I give thanks for all of the things I gave thanks for last year.

Eight years ago, when I came home from Peoria, after 24 hours of non stop fun with old friends, young friends and new friends, I realized how lucky I was to be playing hockey with great guys every week! I went on to fill up a page to give thanks to the people and things that I have been blessed with, because of my involvement with hockey. Back then, I passed out hard copies in the locker room and my Thank You letter made Mr. and Mrs. Anvil shed a tear or two. (Maybe that is Why Eddie doesn't show up for Thanksgiving games anymore) I'm sort of sorry about that, but I couldn't resist making a goalie cry, so I continued to put out annual "I Give Thanks" letters every year after that. This year, I thought I would reprint a page that captures what we have to be thankful for. It was written by Tim "Basketball Jones" Smith after our Toronto Trip in 2006.  We miss you Tim!

Tim "Basketball Jones" Smith

Toronto Report by Tim Smith                          Winging It

Talk about living large. Play three periods of hockey at a local Toronto ice arena; board a bus full of beer and then shuffle off to Buffalo to watch the Leafs take on the Sabers. If that isn't enough why not try and squeeze in between both events a meal of Buffalo wings at the famous Anchor Bar. This is the joint that claims to have started the whole wing craze. The walls at the Anchor Bar are full of pictures of famous people with wing sauce all over their faces. The bus pulled out on time Breaking Away from Toronto for the journey to Buffalo. We added three more Canadians and one American ex-patriot named Lou. Good friends of BBTW, they helped us scratch up the ice earlier and were certainly not shy to helping themselves to some of the cold Duffer refreshments during the ride. It was clear the moment we entered the Anchor Bar that we were not going to be seated anytime soon. We couldn't afford to wait, Pat LaFontaine's jersey was taking a trip up to the rafters this night. Not any less entertaining, Thor was planning a trip to the lower mezzanine via the air elevator though he would come up a little short after being taken down by one of the local Buffaloes and was she mad. It seemed that the Duffers were not going to get a chance to taste the original wing. Fortunately Lou, the ex-pat, made a move to the bar to see if he could buy some wings for the road. While waiting to place an order with the bartender he overheard two guys talking about how full they were and that they were not going to finish their wings. He was making an offer to buy the rest of their wings when he recognized one of them as an old acquaintance of his, Dennis Quaid the actor. Apparently these two guys met at an Indy race and became good friends. Lou explained what was going on and whom he was with and Dennis insisted that he just take the wings.
Lou brought the feast back on board for all to share. They were cold to the point where the grease had begun to solidify apparently not an issue, as they didn't last long. Wings with the Right Stuff. Quaid, it turns out, is somewhat of a wimp. The sauce was a weak medium-hot. You'd think that someone who played Gordo Cooper, the man who "for a brief moment, became the greatest pilot anyone had ever seen," would be going for the hot stuff. We finally settled for a meal at some unheard of place where we munched on the "Party Pack." Pizza, more wings, mostacholi, little beef sandwiches, and about forty pitchers of beer were placed on the tables. The bus driver had to run us to the stadium in low gear. Later that night, after returning to Toronto, our driver took the bus to where buses go when they need to go, and I don't mean a drawbridge Mr. Mathews. He pulled out a large hose connected to the backside of the bus and, borrowing a line from Dennis Quaid's brother, announced to all the other bus drivers that our "shitter was full." Click here to see previous "I Give Thanks" letters.

We miss you Tim! (And Perry too)

Stump presents the Duffers most prestigious award to Tim.