Allsorts + Hockey Game

I have a new obsession. And its not stapling peoples trousers shut and filling them with sand. Nor is it the hot woman who walks past my apartment to work every weekday morning between 8:30 and 8:37 am. Nope. Its Licorice Allsorts. I started eating them when I was in St.John's, but until that point I was unjustifiably maligned to them for some reason. I think because of the strong taste, and that it did not fulfil my stereotype of 'candy' ie, chocolate, super-sweet, but you know....when I starting eating my first pieces, I was impressed. It was sweet! It was strong, of course, but delightfully so! Since then, from time to time, I get it into my head to seek them out when I want to treat myself. Because I freakin' love 'em!


I was talking to guy I met here, Gordon, he has a ragged chin beard, always wears cut-off shorts, and a head rag, the total effect which makes him look like some sort of urban pirate; anyway I offered him an Allsort, and he got really excited.

Gordon: OH! I don't really like them. Well except for one type.
Me: Oh yeah?
Gordon: Yeah let's see if it's here...(digging around in my allsorts package)
Me: So basically you like Allsorts, but just one kind?
Gordon: Yeah. Damn I don't think its here...
Me: Why not say 'I like Somesorts, instead of saying I don't like Allsorts.'?
Gordon: Wha? That works. Yeah, I like Somesorts, but not ALLsorts.

So anyway. Last night I went to a hockey game with a friend here, John the Scot. I like to say that out loud because it's like I am quantifying his name with another name. Whatever...we went to see the Halifax Mooseheads play the St.John's Fogdevils. I must say that I was cheering for the Fogdevils. The game was good, I think, but I realise now more than ever how little I watch hockey and how little I know about it. You see it was John's first game and he had a fair few questions about the rules, what was happening, how Zamboni's worked etc. etc. And to be honest I hadn't a solitary clue. The whistle would ring out and the players would stop, the crowd would boo loudly and then a player would be hauled off to the penalty box. I would stare open-mouthed at the ice trying to figure out what happened so I had an intelligent reply to his questions.

John: What happened?
Me: Uhhhh...ummmm....hold on.
John: Some kind of penalty, it seems.
Me: Oh yes, yes...its a penalty. Yeah, that happens from time to time, in hockey, my national past-time.
John: (Takes sip from beer)
Announcer: PENALTY! EIGHT MINUTES TO NUMBER 19 FOR ROUGHING!
Me: It was a penalty for roughing.

Despite my ignorance of the game, it was a good time. Mooseheads went on to win the game 4-2. I think I would see more games, too. If the venue was any bigger or the games more hyped, I doubt I would...but I really prefer the smaller size of the games. Its less of a hassle and you can get cheap seats that still have a really good view.

Wikipedia's Ice Hockey Entry