Thursday Wonderland Adult Hockey Team

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

Friday, October 23, 2026

It's Been A While

It's been over 20 years since TWAHT hockey was born. And while the rink hasn't changed much in all that time, and the showers are still just as disgusting, it's pretty clear that a lot of the players have REALLY let themselves go.

The hair is gone, the beards are gray, the bellies have grown, and the only thing moving faster than the puck these days is the line to the bathroom.

But hey, we're still playing hockey. Well, something that vaguely resembles hockey. 🏒😂🍺