The Continuing Adventures of The Scottish Geisha
Chapter 47, Installment 33: Precisely
“We need to talk about Billy Boyd,” MVP announced to The Scottish Geisha one day recently.
“Who?”
MVP sighed. “More precisely, the Scottish actor from LOTR, his web site, those people who frequent his web site.”
The Scottish Geisha turned to consider her with all appropriate gravity.
“I see.”
“You are clueless, you know,” MVP said. “They are discussing your nationality on that site and everything.”
The Scottish Geisha almost smiled. “Truly?”
“Don’t start with me,” MVP said.
“My god, one of them thinks you might even be Canadian.”
“Surly is from Canada,” The Scottish Geisha said mildly.
“But you aren’t.”
“No, no, obviously not, look at the clothes I wear.”
MVP took the point immediately. “My husband is from Canada.”
“But he’s still such a lovely person,” The Scottish Geisha insisted.
“Yes, he is. When he isn’t being so…precise.”
“He cannot help it, he’s an engineer by trade and education, and this makes him…precise.”
“So it isn’t because he’s from Canada?” MVP asked hopefully.
The Scottish Geisha shook her head. “No, no,” she said firmly.
“Absolutely not.”
“Do you think Surly, fellow Canadian Surly, is…precise?”
The Scottish Geisha laughed.
“He’s still a tad bit…young to be too precise about anything but hockey,” she said.
MVP laughed. “Ah, yes…remember men at 25? 26? How…imprecise they all were?”
The Scottish Geisha rolled her eyes. “Sometimes. But it remains a fond memory nonetheless.”
MVP nodded. “Imagine Surly in, what, ten years? What a grown up little Surly he will be by then.”
The Scottish Geisha smiled, “I try not to allow myself to get distracted by such thoughts,” she said. “Besides, they grow up so fast as athletes in the public eye. I fear, professional hockey being what it is, that our little Surly may have already lost some of his wide eyed naiveté.”
MVP laughed. “I seriously have trouble imagining Surly possessed of any measure of naiveté.”
The Scottish Geisha allowed the remark to pass. “He’s so sweet natured and young, I just hope nobody takes advantage of him.”
MVP scanned the Shark’s web site. “No news on Surly’s impending signing yet so I doubt if anyone is going to be able to railroad him into anything.”
“Well if you look back on the final game of the 2002-2003 season, you will recall that Surly continued to play well after the final bell sounded, so even the ending of the season didn't stop him from playing," The Scottish Geisha mused.
“Play?” MVP demanded. “Play? It was Surly and what, six Phoenix players beating the crap out of each other! I find nothing sweet natured about that.”
The Scottish Geisha smiled, remembering the moment fondly.
“Dear Surly, he simply wasn’t finished….making a point, was he?”
“He wasn’t finished doing something,” MVP dead panned.
“It was a fine moment,” The Scottish Geisha said. “All those dreadful players from Phoenix and our adorable Surly out there all….alone.”
“Hey, the final bell did ring,” MVP reminded her.
The Scottish Geisha shook her head. “They were ganging up on him. All those players are just jealous of Surly you know.”
“What I do know is that if Surly continues to exhibit the same, what did you call it? Sweet nature, then it is going to be one hell of a 2003-2004 season,” she said.
The Scottish Geisha smiled. “Precisely.”
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