On Friday night, a couple of my friends and I decided we’d get a little drunk and venture over to Topeka to watch the Topeka Roadrunners, a minor league hockey team. We proceed to car-bar from Lawrence to Topeka. Our plan is to smuggle in pints of whiskey strategically hidden in front of our junk.
We arrive in the middle of the first period. I’m worried that we won’t get seats. I then remember we’re in Topeka. The arena seats about 10,000. There are 500 people in the stands. We sit three rows from the ice and continue boozing on some dirty whiskey Pepsis.
One of my friends, who was exceptionally wasted, begins berating the referees named Moran and McIntyre. I’m so drunk I can barely insult the girl sitting in front of us wearing an ICP (insane clown posse) jacket. It’s a good thing because she looks capable of delivering a jaw shattering blow with those turkey legs.
As we exit, my obviously drunk friend is receiving high fives from everyone.
Topeka Roadrunners Hockey: Where the Ice is White and So Is the Trash.
We arrive in the middle of the first period. I’m worried that we won’t get seats. I then remember we’re in Topeka. The arena seats about 10,000. There are 500 people in the stands. We sit three rows from the ice and continue boozing on some dirty whiskey Pepsis.
One of my friends, who was exceptionally wasted, begins berating the referees named Moran and McIntyre. I’m so drunk I can barely insult the girl sitting in front of us wearing an ICP (insane clown posse) jacket. It’s a good thing because she looks capable of delivering a jaw shattering blow with those turkey legs.
As we exit, my obviously drunk friend is receiving high fives from everyone.
Topeka Roadrunners Hockey: Where the Ice is White and So Is the Trash.
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