So you've made it this far. Congratulations, you'll be rewarded with much talk of hockey and my little-known interest in punks. Scroll down to see what I'm talking about.
This fine looking gentleman happens to be our coach. This is his first year as the head coach after taking the reigns from Bob "Boomer" Kennedy who became a traitor by taking the coaching position at Upper St. Clair, our hated rival and a weak opponent. Good decision, Boomer! Click on the image to see a larger picture of our fearless leader in his finest form.
This picture was taken after we won the Bowling Green Christmas Tournament last year. The evil looking villain at the back center of this picture is Boomer, and I am the happy goalie on the left because I played well. Although we were underdogs coming into this tournament, hard work and no primadonas helped catapult us to the pinnacle of our season. Unfortunately, it came well before the playoffs.
This part of the page is devoted to the inner child that's hidden beneath all the preppy stuff you see now. Wait a little while and he'll start to emerge because, as you can see from the junk I have below, all the good stuff that makes a punk is there waiting to be released.
What is the point of this terrible picture, you ask? I'll tell you; there really is no point except for the fact that I like Blink 182, and I went to their concert at Metropol this summer. Since this page is devoted to my interests and you are still here, the odds are pretty good that you like this, too. These guys are really talented. I don't care if you think punk music is poop or not, but it takes a lot of shit to be as good as they are at what they do. Not only do I like Blink, I also enjoy listening to the mellow sounds of Metallica, Rage Against the Machine, Korn, and .
