I really like Ty, but Joey has come out of nowhere and has earned his spot. I do wish we could have kept all three around, but maybe Ty is better off somewhere where he can work off the rust and have a game here and there. It can't be fun sitting all the time.
My friends do enjoy hockey, but I only have 1 tv and the kids will be using that for wii. The sacrifices you have to make as a parent. Normally there is no option in my house it's hockey or go find something else to do.
Land o'Goshen, Dawn! Tell the kids the wii broke and they'll have to go play with the Lincoln Logs. Then watch Wings. Sacrifices, indeed! There are sacrifices and there are sacrifices. Listening to Justin Beiber is a sacrifice. Giving up the Wings is torture!
It's been almost 30 years, so my memory is sure to be faded and perhaps tainted by time, but I am only recalling 3 instances where I witnessed poltergeist activity. I know there were more- I did go through 3 roommates in a matter of 4 months.
They tended to be small. One time there was a pile of books on the bed that just fell off. We didn't think anything of it at the time- figured they just hadn't been stacked straight or something, but they had been sitting there for some time, and weren't close to the edge, yet every one of them fell off, not just the ones on the top of the pile. You'd think at least the bottom ones would have stayed on the bed.
Another time my friend Rachel was sitting cross-legged on the bed, playing with one of my stuffed animals. I had just cleaned my room and the rest of the animals were sitting on the bed leaning against the wall. The bed was tight to the wall. I went to answer the door (this was a dorm room, btw) and there was a thump and Rachel screamed. The bed had jumped about a foot from the wall. Rachel said it just leaped up and landed on the floor again. The animals had all fallen behind the bed, and Rachel was still sitting cross-legged, so there was no way she could have done it by moving the bed herself.
The other time was the biggest. We had two closets, above each of which were two cabinets. The cabinet doors tended to stick badly on the one side. My roommate at the time was rather short, so I always had to open hers for her if she needed anything out of it. I am tall enough (5'10") that I could open them and grab from the front if I needed something, but as they were quite deep, I had to get on a chair if I wanted something from the back.
Amy (my roommate at the time) and I were sitting doing our homework when we heard a scrape like the sound that Amy's door made when opening. We looked up and all 4 doors had opened and most of the stuff that was in the cabinets fell out. It wasn't one object at a time nor did things fly, like in the video, it was one gigantic dump.
Amy had never believed until then. She thought I was moving her stuff around to bug her. She moved out rather quickly. I went through 2 more roommates, and they both left almost as soon as they were unpacked. The last one wanted to room with me because she wanted to see "Mike" as we called him. I figured she'd stay, but she was back out the door as soon as something freaky happened.
The occurrences happened for only a span of 4-5 months and then stopped. I did my term paper for English that year on poltergeists. I found that there is a theory that they might be the result of over-active brain waves, and they tend to gravitate around females (check), teens (check), and epileptics (which I was at that time due to side effects of a medication I was on). They also tend to last for less than 6 months in cases like mine.
Like I said, it was a very long time ago. Once I found out that I might be the source of it, I thought it was way cool. I never felt threatened by it, just startled because it would happen suddenly. All the same, I'm glad it stopped and hasn't followed me around through life. Those dang things don't pick up after themselves.
It looks like they're just out there to watch some hockey and remind everyone that they would like a team. Not hurting anyone, not getting angry or demanding. Just some folks having good, clean fun. Nothing wrong with that.
Remember, Abby? It's across the ice, out the zamboni entrance, down the hall, third door. It's the one with the guy on it, not the one with the person in a dress. Those ladies were a bit upset last time, so make sure you get the right one, ok? You know, maybe Nick should take you when he finishes his drink.
Sorry, I like Abby too, but the spirit moved me to do that.
That gives me a lump in my throat. I used to be a home manager in a home for people with developmental disabilities. I loved a lot of them and it always means a lot to me when people go out of their way to be nice to the people who usually get ignored.
Good for the Preds and the guys from other teams who have made this guy's life happier.