I just happened to be walking by my Psychiatrists’ Office yesterday, and so I popped in.
She said she had a little bit of time for me.
” What’s wrong now, Fred ? ” ” More anxiety, more paranoia ? “
She’s a perceptive psychiatrist.
So, she told me to lie down on the couch, and said, ” Let me guess, this is about the Attack, isn’t it ? “
She’s a very perceptive psychiatrist.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and it just came flowing out of me…….
The Kitchener Rangers won’t go away….. we’ve never had a Divisional or Conference banner to hang at the Bayshore……, the other teams have more ” resources ” than we do……., geography is killing Owen Sound hockeywise,…… why can’t we be in the East ?……because Niagara isn’t stupid enough to petition to join the West…..the schedulemaker hates our guts…..a kid puked on the ice in Plymouth…….no matter who we play in the first round of the playoffs it will be a tough series…..our bus broke down in Oshawa…..I get the yips crossing the border to Erie & Saginaw…..I know their gonna get me…..we get the first penalty EVERY NIGHT…….the Bozos on the Internet HATE me…..the movies on the bus this year are TERRIBLE……..I keep hearing a cat meowing…….the League has it in for us……..and Hishon got suspended for NOTHING !!!!!!!
……………..And when I finished, I felt better, so much better. Almost refreshed.
But when I opened my eyes, there was my psychiatrist, face down on her own couch, crying her eyes out
I’m Fred Wallace