GOOD NAME FOR A HOCKEY TEAM

(Thanks to Claire Martin)

Comments

[Steve (The 24 Guy)]

Did you see who they played? The Mother Puckers

[Edgar Greenberg]

It took me way too long to figure out what "Puck Ewe" meant. Perhaps I need to be more vulgar.

[Cheryl Howard]

Puck ewe II. Or first?

[mary]

The Mother Puckers.......bahaha

[Recovering 24 Addict]

What the puck man

[Meanie the Blue]

Was either team, by any chance, coached by Mike Hunt?

[Siouxie]

WTPuckBBQ???

[CJrun]

Do their uniforms include orange paint?

[9]

Swarthmore's co-ed hockey team is also called the Mother Puckers. And the Rhode Island School of Design's hockey team is called the Nads. As in "Go, Nads!"

(RISD's basketball team is/was called the Balls. As their motto said, "When the heat is on, the Balls stick together")

[tammi]

Mike Hunt's on fire!!

[Wes S.]

Oh, that's a couple of baa-aad puns there...

[padraig]

My old team was the Nads, so the crowd could chant, "GO NADS! GO NADS!"

We was young...

[Annie Where-but-here]

Where the men are men, the women are hockey players, and the sheep have an attitude.
Cool!

Oh, and icing.....yummm!!!

[Betsy]

Real life: I'm trying to decide if I can really run a story in the hospital newsletter about our Family Practice dept. baseball team which is named "The Chancres". (For non-medical types, 'chancres' are sores associated with pus, ickiness, and syphilis.) I keep looking for a rationale...

So "Puck Ewe" sounds like apple-pie Americana to me.

[mary]

As in "the chancres are soaring" ?!?

[Annie Where-but-here]

Betsy - Chancre's just another word for nuthin' left to ooze.

I went from being on the Fordham women's basketball team, the Ramettes, to Albany State, who's mascot was the Great Dane.
That's about when I gave up college sports.

[Siouxie]

EWWWWWWWWWW Annie!

OT - casey just called me..she's about 2 hrs from home!

/OT

[Edgar Greenberg]

Betsy, ug what on Earth possessed you to name a team after a symptom of syphilis.

[klezmerphan]

When I was young, so much younger than today, I worked for a toy importer. One of our major suppliers was a feather company. Since I was in charge of Accounts Payable, it was often necessary for me to call them to discuss various invoicing issues. The poor soul who worked the switchboard was required to say, "Mother Plucker Feather Company, may I help you?" each time she answered the phone.

Every time I called, I giggled at this greeting. I knew that it was a good thing I didn't work there, as I don't think I could have enunciated that phrase without making a serious mistake.

Ah, the good old days...

[Laurie the Rocket Scientist]

Hey Edgar, I didn't get it until you pointed it out.

[CJrun]

Help me sneeze
Stuff my nose with some down

[Betsy]

Edgar...I DIDN'T name it! I'm just the editor-person that has to decide what to do with the fetching picture of twenty or so doctors, residents, and lab techs who decided to name themselves The Chancres.
We don't MAKE the news; we REPORT the news. Provided we don't throw up.

[Mitch Connor]

"Craig Daily Press" WBAGNFA... nevermind.

[SW]

Chancres are
When I expose my goofy grin
My pustules all come into view,
Chancres are my way of saying I love you.
Just because
I've come down with syphilis
That jumps right from my lips to yours
Chancres are your way to thank my open sores.

[CJrun]

*gags*!

[Siouxie]

*SMACKS* Stevie!! ewwwwwwwwww!

[Meanie the Blue]

Betsy, I don't see where you have any choice other than to play it up. Start with a "Breaking Ooze!" lead-in, and take it from there.

*SNYURCK!@SW*