I was listening to Glassjaw and looking at 1998 NHL draft at the same time because that’s just what ya do sometimes and I’m like I feel like I’ve thought of this before then moved on with my life. But it popped I there again. DP and Mikey Ribs: strong resemblance.
It’s funny how much of a dick Ribeiro was. He was always runnin his mouth givin players shit even the officials. He “shhhushed” the LA Kings after a shootout goal with pretty tight move. Looked sweet.
I will say though Mike, you were a hell of a player. Offensively gifted, making great passes setting people up, scoring a sweet goal too. Getting into bar fights with your wife like a duo. Now that’s love man. Still to this day.. why did you do this?
Daryl Palumbo, Long Island native.. I lived there for a little too so we’re practically related. He’s a man of many projects. Frontman of Glassjaw, founded Head Automatica, Color Film, House of Blow, United Nations… the band.. not the intergovernmental organization. Guy does a lot, keeps busy. Glassjaw released “Material Control” December 1, 2017, their first album in 15 years. It’s a fuckin hittah.
By Trapp and Steve
Murphs – 5
Other team – 0
Steve’s Take: summer beer league game 1 started the way it should, with dry land up at the bar throwing a few back. We generally have the same teams in the league in fall and spring, but with summer beer league there are always college kids back home for break putting a team in. Game 1 we played against a bunch of 19 year olds who still have yet to realize what beer league is all about…aka they can’t drink at the bar yet for pregame.
All around weird game. They had 17 guys on the bench. And they would tap their sticks on the bench after they got a shot on net. Consistently went offsides…not sure they knew where the blue line was. But I think the weirdest part after the game was when one of their players looked into our locker room after the game and told us “Hey nice game guys!”
I’ve never been more confused in my life.
Trapp’s Take: Man oh man where do I begin? My first game back with the Murphs in about 4-5 years. Brief hiatus, but much like Dean Portman’s return… IT’S OFFICIAL BOYS I’M BACK! Potted a goal and had an assist. Felt good, baby giraffe legs were gone by the end of the first. The night began with dryland upstairs at the bar, as it should. Couple reebs with Steven and a few others to wet the beak. And I should’ve seen it coming on my way to locker room after a couple of sodas exactly what we were in for.
They had full NHL roster literally 20 guys. They were warming up doin the butterfly and out of the corners it was bad. So bad. Could tell the beer league etiquette was just not there and it was a tell tale sign of what you’d get in the game. Dumping and chasing…
Dude… skate that shit in. Take a clapper. Aim for bar southern. These kids were cheering when they’d make a play that was somewhat OK. Pretty sure we scored on our first three shots. Good god, when the game was about to start one kid looks over at me and goes: “HA we got a lot of guys” I then scanned their bench left to the right it was a bus full of players four full lines easily, three sets of D. I go to the kid “game 7 huh?” Christ. Anyway they had their fifth offside of the game by the halfway point of the second period.
We won 5-0.