from Sheldon Souray at The Players' Tribune,
I come around again and he’s giving me the stink eye, so I just absolutely clobber him. I mean, I beat the living shit out of this kid. The referees weren’t even on the ice yet, so the timekeepers come out of the box to pull me off of him. Everyone from both teams gets into a brawl, and after things finally settle down, the refs kick me and my teammate out of the game. Before it even started.
So we all go back into the locker room so the zamboni can clean the ice before the first period starts. My teammate and I change back into our street clothes and we’re standing outside the locker room. Well, this is a tiny rink south of Calgary. The two locker rooms are like 5 feet apart. So here comes Lethbridge strolling out of their room, chirping us. I’m still pissed because one of their guys sucker punched me in the pile when they were breaking up the fight. So I see him standing there and I’m like, “Hey, fucker, remember me?”
Things kicked off again. We fought their whole team 2-vs-15 in street clothes.
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