I pulled off a Gretsky...

Remember the days of Gretzky hanging alone on the red line waiting for the puck while his team played shorthanded. During my street hockey days, that was good for a ear high cotton ripping wedgie. That being said, I basically sat on the backs of my son Rob, Prez Picc, and Coach Jim (while I smoked cigars and offered emotional support,) for a massive gross 68 victory last Saturday. Irrespective of my irrelevant role in the victory, I feel obligated to thank all the little people during this magical time.