Five jamokes walk into an Ice Bats game.

by Joe Doyle on October 28, 2007

Take their seats right next to the home team’s bench. Guy wit, you know the seriously juvenile stuff, appears immediately.

And we’re off.

There were no kids in our section, but the marketing guy was and he thought we were funny as hell. (Duh, he’s a guy. And nick-naming a player named Macdonald the “Mayor McCheese” is crazy sick funny.)

Mr Marketing was looking for “keg race” candidates, and here were three.

In helmets, on ice, we used sticks to push individual empty kegs down the ice and do circles at the face off marks. Given that we all play hockey together, we knew this wasn’t going to be easy without skates.

I started great and had the win in sight when “Fang”, the cheeseball mascot, held me up. Oh, the humanity. At least the $25 gift card stayed in the family.

Oh yeah, Bats lost 4-2. Those small town games are great. Reminds me of the mighty Chiefs.

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