Replying to Street hockey can never get old

heres the story. Saturday night, hockey night in canada baby. Drink hard and watch the leafs murk the habs. (shut up it doens't matter they are not making the playoffs). After an intense debate on which club/bar/rip joint we wanted to hit up after the game somehow a good old fashioned game of street hockey was agreed by amongst all.

We were playing for hours. Well... maybe an hour. Just in our residence parking lot at university. There were no cars so hitting a car with an orange street hockey ball was no worry. We had several sick games going and it was leading up nothing shy of a good time, until....

I smoke a window. Yeah. Great. PSHHHHHHHHH glass breaking.

fuck

LUCKILY i know the guys who live there. They open their door imediatly and say "what the fuck!" i approach them about to admit to it, and my buddy (who lived at hte house) knew that as i  was walking towards him it was me, and he says "looks like someone through a rock through our window, what the fuck! (jake come help me find a rock)". So i go with him and we find a rock, he takes it into his house, calls campus security, says someone pitched a rock into his house he has no idea who would do it.

Our game of hockey ended quickly as everyone pretty much booked it into thier houses. That brings me to now telling my story.

Moral? Good friends are hard to come by, and when they do, respect them and keep them.