A Boy Named Sydney
Once upon a time there was a boy named Sydney. All the other boys made fun of Sydney because his named sounded so queer. But Sydney paid no nevermind and went about his way, doing his own thing, in his own way. One day, Sydney became very rich and put together a hockey team and called it the Sydney Millionaires.
All the other teams made fun of the Sydneys because the name sounded so queer. One day, The Grinders played a game against the Sydneys and took a 2-0 lead going into the third. But the Sydneys paid no nevermind and went about their way, doing their own thing, in their own way, and won the game 3-2. They became rich with joy.
The Grinders got mad. Mostly at themselves, although they would never admit it because thats not the way macho hockey players think. They want to take their frustration out on someone else, blame others, and make them suffer. It’s cool to be that way if you are a hockey player. It gets you excited for the game ahead.
Tonight the Grinders play the Sydneys again and want retribution. Thats a big word that means they want to get even, although the Sydneys did nothing wrong. But thats okay because this is sport.
Sport is about doing better than the other guys, and beating them, and winning, and making the losers feel bad about their loss, and getting more goals and points than your team mates to win the scoring title, and drinking more beer after the game than anyone else, and telling your family you scored yet another goal to extend your scoring streak even though you didn’t because you know they will never check and you need them to believe that you can at least succeed at SOMETHING in your lifetime so you can feel like the big man around the house.



Glen
You’ll notice, and hopefully understand why, I did not spend NEAR the amount of time doctoring this photo as I did the previous half-naked images. Please acept my apologies for the grainy, blurry logo.