WORST. DAY. EVER.

October 27, 2008 at 2:54 pm | Posted in Alex Ovechkin, Hockey Gods, This Irks Me, WORST DAY IN MY LIFE BAR NONE. | Leave a comment

Scene: Frostee is getting off the bus and walking in the front door.  She is in a good mood, because it was made official that Buffalo will host the 2011 World Junior Championships.  She sent a text message to her father to remind him that tickets to a few of the games would be nice.  [and does anybody know if they do host families, as he had suggested?  Because, you know, I’d totally be up for hosting some studly young hockey player and showing him around the ‘hood Orchard Park.]  Frostee and her mother are sitting at the kitchen table talking about their days when Frostee’s cell phone goes off.

Frostee:  Hmm, it appears as though I have a message.  From Dad.  (reads aloud)  “Did you hear?  Did mom tell you?”  (narrows eyes)  What were you supposed to tell me, Mom?

Long silence.  

Frostee’s Mom:  Oh, so your dad wants ME to have to tell you?

Frostee:  (slowly)  No…NO…NOO!!!  THIS CAN NOT BE HAPPENING!  HE HAS MISSED LIKE ONE FREAKING GAME IN HIS THREE YEARS IN THE NHL!!  AND NOW HE’S HURT?!?!?!

Frostee’s Mom:  No, he’s not hurt, his grandfather is sick and he had to fly back to Russia to be with him.

Frostee:  (begins sobbing uncontrollably [um, I actually DID cry])  NO!!  Alex!!  Not my baby!!  And his grandfather?!?!  He’s sick!!!  How the HELL did this happen to me?!?!  I’m such a good kid!!  I always do my homework and I’m polite to all my teachers and I’m never bad!  HOW DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME.

Frostee’s Mom:  Well, the game is on Saturday, and that’s…well…

Frostee:  SIX FREAKING DAYS, MOTHER.  IN SIX FREAKING DAYS I AM SUPPOSED TO BE STANDING NEXT TO THE GLASS SO THAT I MAY LOOK UPON MY FUTURE HUSBAND.  WE’RE SUPPOSED TO GET MARRIED!!!

Frostee’s Mom:  Well, you know, anything can happen.  And there’s still a remote chance he’ll be able to play.

Frostee:  My life is RUINED!!!  RUINED, I TELL YOU!!!  (frantically texting her dad) “Tell whoever has the December Caps tickets that if they value their life at all, they will give them to us.”  (reading reply aloud) “Too late for that.” 

Frostee’s Mom:  At least now you won’t have to make a poster!!

Frostee:  *death glare*

Crunchy:  Whoa, she can do that almost as well as I can!

Frostee’s Mom:  Well, you could always let your brother go to this one-

Frostee:  NO!!  I AM GOING TO THIS FREAKING GAME.  (cries and moans for her beloved Alex and his beloved grandfather)

Fuck you, Hockey Gods.  I have no idea why you would do this to me.

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