A Guys Version of The Tupperware Party

I was relegated to the second floor of my house last night. The levels of testosterone were decidedly peaking beyond the safe zone. Last night was the annual Moosehead Cup Hockey Pool Draft. 14 males converge in one location, hockey magazines and scribbled lists in hand to determine their *team* for the coming season. The wiz had spent countless hours creating spreadsheets, pondering predictions analyzing websites to determine the best player picks for the coming year. This pool is *A BIG DEAL*. :-)

I couldn’t help but smile, organization was finalized only a few hour prior to their arrival. Pizza was on order. A case of beer chilling. Arrivals were announced with various hoots and a smattering of friendly insults. As the lone female of the house, I was awarded  hugs and kisses. I lit a scented candle to stave off any dressing room aromas.  Who knows what havoc 14 boys can reek on the atmosphere of a house?

After everyone had settled in, I disappeared upstairs to begin an evening of quiet entertainment with *The Fringe*. These boys, they take their hockey pool seriously. There’s a specific order, an agreed roster, and even a dramatic pronouncement when players are chosen.

“The Aurora North Stars choose as their third round draft:  the wiley winger from Tampa, Martin St Louis!”

It was hilarious.
3 hours, 6 pizzas and one case of beer later, the evening was deemed a success, and the boys disappeared into the night.

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