“What did grown men see in the rattle of sticks, the slashing of steel over ice and hockey sweaters worn way beyond funk?”
“I wondered how a man ever got an English girl into bed. What did they do with her hockey stick?”
“(Hockey) It's a slippery game played on ice.”
“God made ice for hockey and scotch, and that's about it.”
“The lesson of the Funk Dog: “You can forget what it used to feel like to feel good about life; feeling rotten—or just a low-grad funk—seems normal and therefore acceptable. I just don’t believe that God intended for any of his creatures to be petted with sticks.”
“in my cowardice I became at once a man, and did what all we grown men do when face to face with suffering and injustice; I preferred not to see them”