Jonathan's blog: "Sports"

I knew Jack for a number of years both on and off the ice. I can remember going to shinny games early and he and I would sit there against the glass watching the mites practice. Jack would have a gleam in his eye making him look so much younger than his age. We would sit there and tell jokes (most of them dirty) or a group of us would just listen to him talk of past playing days. His stories were always lucid and vivid, and so god damn funny. Jack Molt played hockey in 7 decades. But to hear him talk abut it, you could never tell. Dispite failing health he continued to lace the boots because it was his passion for the game that kept him young at heart. Sitting in those rink lobbies soaking up each story like a sponge was some of the best things about shinny hockey and I dearly miss that. I am not a religious man; but if there is a heaven, then I can see Jack, young and vibrant, sitting with Jesus telling hom story after story of his playing days with our pro team at the time. And Jesus would be sitting there, doubled over in laughter, face buried in his hands with wet tears streaming down saying "I know, Jack. I was there!" But laughing and loving each story just the same. He embodied a passion for life that I can only hope to someday rise to. Jack passed away on December 16th, the 21st wedding anniversary to his wife and just shy of his 79th birthday on January 1st. His gleaming smile carried from lobby to bench to ice and to the pub for beers after will always be etched deep in my mind, heart, and soul. God bless you Papa Jack and rest easy and pain free my friend. John F. "Jack" Molt 1937-2010

Dave was so excited to be going bear hunting. He spotted a small brown bear and shot it. Then there was a tap on his shoulder, and he turned around to see a big black bear. The black bear said "You've got two choices. I either maul you to death or we have sex."

Dave decided to bend over. Even though he felt sore for two weeks, Dave soon recovered and vowed revenge. He headed out on another trip where he found the black bear and shot it. There was another tap on his shoulder. This time a huge grizzly bear stood right next to him. The grizzly said "That was a huge mistake, Dave. You've got two choices. Either I maul you to death or we have rough sex."

Again, Dave thought it was better to comply. Although he survived, it would take several months before Dave finally recovered.

Outraged, he headed back to the woods, managed to track down the grizzly and shot it. He felt sweet revenge, but then there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to find a giant polar bear standing there. The polar bear said "Admit it Dave, you don't come here for the hunting do you?"

I have a friend, Bobby, who is an avid golfer. Because I play hockey, he felt that I would naturally take to the sport because of similar mechanics to the game. So, at his encouragement, I gave it a try. I spent a couple thousand buying the best clubs, bag, time at the driving range, ect. I began to get fairly good and competative. One morning I went out to play 18, but I just wasn't feeling my best. I decided to call it a day after just 9 holes. I headed home to find another car parked out in front of my house. Sneaking in, I crept throughthe downstairs to hear two people upstairs. I crept upstairs and down teh hall to my bedroom where the door was cracked. I peeked in and  on my bed, Bobby was screwing my girlfriend! I was pissed! I burst through the door like a wild man!. Surprised, Bobby had no fight so I grabbed him by the man hood and drug him out the door, down the stairs and through th kitchen into the garage. There, I stuck his johnson in a vise and squeezed it real tight, Crying Bobby pleaded "I'm sorry, Jonny, I'm sorry. Your not gonna cut it off are you?" I responded "No, you are. I'm gonna set the garage on fire."

BUFFALO- Today, NFL wide reciever Terrel Owens was in the news for a different kind of catch. While walking through a suburb of Buffalo, Owen noticed a fire in a high rise off in the distance. From his vantage point he could see a woman on the 10th floor on a balcony clutching a baby in her arms. Terrel, acting quickly, ran to the scene to help. Witnesses say that he called up to the mother to throw him the baby. Hesitant, but knowing of Terrel's reputation of making clutch grabs, she bundled the baby tight and to the shock of onlookers, let it go. Wind had picked up and pushed the falling baby a little to the right, so Terrel made a step to the right. A second gush pushed the baby, left, so terrel corrected and moved left. Hot termals from the fire blew the baby out ward and Terrel was in a sprint, the baby was blown back 15, 20, 25 yards with Terrel streaking like a race horse, At the last possible second, Owens layed out in a beautiful diving catch to the wild cheers of a crowd. He stood up surprised. Owens threw both of his arms in the air and screamed "YEAH!!" and then SPIKED the baby!