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Caritas, Monday

Yeah, so. Jake didn't follow the Canucks all that closely during their regular season, but hey- they were a Canadian-based team and they had a Newfoundlander on staff. That was reason enough, Jake felt, to cheer for in the final.

The pub was open, the hockey game was playing on the TV, and he'd even managed to convince Tino to don a blue and green toque!

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I was just seventeen, when I made the AHL
I couldn't skate in junior, but my fists rang like a bell.
I'll never win a title, and I'll never win the cup,
But when it comes to ladies, I've had the best of luck.

My first one was a sly one, hanging round the rink,
But they sent me off to Cornwall, as fast as you could blink,
In Moose Jaw I was right in love, the daughter of the coach -
He traded me for nothing, didn't take to my approach.

So good-bye, fare thee well,
There's no time for delay,
You'll see me at the face-off, or catch the play-by-play
So good-bye, fare thee well,
I'm glad you shared my bed,
But never trust a fellow with a helmet on his head.

It was Monday night. Charlie figured that was a good night to go out and get a beer.

The fact that there was a game on the TV when he did come in only validated this theory.

"Any good beers on special?"

Jake shrugged and picked a bottle at random. "Sleeman's?" he held it out.

Hey, beer was beer, no matter which side of the border it came from. "Sure," he said. "Hook me up." His chin quirked toward the TV. "How's the game so far?"

"Kind of terrible," Jake made a face. Although one of those goals had at least been Ryder's...

"Terrible in that your team's doing bad?" Charlie wondered with a sip of the beer and his eyes still on the screen. "Or just terrible overall?"

"In that first sense," Jake said. "Dunno what it is about this arena, but..."

And that managed to get something that almost looked like a grin out of Charlie. "Yeah," he said. "Gotta be the arena."

"Well, when you compare it to how they play at home," Jake shrugged. "It's like they's two different teams, b'y."

"Yeah," Charlie allowed, though he followed it up quickly, getting animated since this was one of the few topics of conversation he actually could get animated about. "But turf shouldn't matter. A good team is going to be good no matter where they're playing."

Well, so he said now because it wasn't his team in question here.

"Well, they didn't make it to the finals by sucking," Jake felt compelled to point out.

"Neither did the other guys, though," Charlie countered easily enough with another deeply philosophical sip of his beer.

"Ah, but neither team has won an away game in this round," Jake waved his mostly-empty rum glass around.

"No kidding?" asked Charlie, with the dull fascination of a man completely turned around by that statement and he wondered why he hadn't bothered following much hockey this season. Probably everything with the move. He considered this over a long swig of his beer and then felt prepared to contribute a very thoughtful, "Huh."

"Looks like it'll be going to seven," Jake observed helpfully. Though hey, at least the boys in blue had managed to score a goal now.

"You guys usually play games in here?" Charlie asked, since that would be highly relevant to his interests.

"Depends on whose night it is, I think," Jake admitted. "I don't pay much mind to baseball or American football, but I'll put hockey or CFL on."

Baseball earned a little bit of a dissatisfied grunt from Charlie, sending a scowl into his beer. Yeah, he didn't think he'd be too big into baseball this year, either.

Well, no, he probably still would, but he'd be a little bitter about it.

"Guess I picked the right night to come in, then," he said. "It's going to take some getting use to, not having the game be the main attraction at the bar."

"If you say you're not pulling for our boys, I'm revoking your Canadian rights," Robin greeted him, clearly checking sports scores on her phone even as she angled to look at a television.

"Technically speaking, both teams is my boys," Jake had to point out. "As they've both got a Newfoundland connection."

"Canucks are our boys," she corrected. "My boys, anyway. I need beer."

"And beer ye shall have," Jake declared, plunking a bottle of Sleeman's down in front of her.

"And possibly a shoulder to cry on," she added mournfully, looking at the TV.

"The game's not over yet?" Jake offered hopefully.

"Still a period left," she said, eyes fixed on the screen. "It's not over yet."

"And it's not a shutout anymore!" Jake crowed. "So there's that."

"Silver lining," she agreed, taking a long swallow from her beer.

Chantal was from Moncton, elle a jouer avec moi.
A tongue as sharp as razors, but she had a fancy car.
Her husband was a bruiser, played senior in Quebec,
If he'd had the rights of it, it would have been my neck.

Nancy couldn't watch me fight, she'd always be in tears,
Waving from the bleachers, and screaming in my ears,
Dee I should have married, and we had a dandy fling,
But I had a one way contract, blew the money for the ring.

I should have sent a letter, and it would have been polite,
But I'm cleaning out my locker, and time is getting tight.
I'm calling from the station, perhaps another day,
Cause they're calling up a rookie, and they're trading me away.

I KNOW IT'S NOT A DRINKING SONG BUT IDC.

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