The Continuing Adventures of The Scottish Geisha
Chapter 50, Installment 2941: Celebrating The Sharks
All New Installment! May 20th 2004
The Scottish Geisha was busy comforting a rather flu-weary
MVP.
"I went home and kicked my husband vigorously about the kneecaps,"
MVP was saying as The Scottish Geisha supplied cool washcloths to her
fevered brow. "As he is Canadian and therefore responsible for the
fiasco that ensued in Calgary last night."
The Scottish Geisha nodded sympathetically as she offered the prostrate
MVP aspirin and ice chips. "It is going to be alright ," she
said soothingly. "Did you notice what wonderful gentlemen all the
Sharks were afterwards? Even in the face of adversity, our team shows
true sportsmanship."
"I hate that Jerome whathisname," MVP stated as she wearily
adjusted a pillow and pulled a blanket up around her chin. "He was
a thug, really obnoxious." The Scottish Geisha smiled gently. "Yes,
and that creature with the truly silly hair, Commadore. Doesn't he realize
his mother could be watching? Nobody is in more dire need of a Queer Eye
make-over than that Commadore person," she said, tucking the blanket
more securely around MVP.
The MVP seemed to be feeling better already.
"And what kind of name is Leopold anyway?" she asked, eyeing
The Scottish Geisha wearily as she fought off more shivers. "He was
not a nice person and I only say that because I'm too sick to articulate
my opinion more vividly."
"Leopold is actually the name of a very hapless, silly cartoon dog
from Bugs Bunny days," The Scottish Geisha declared brightly. "Ergo,
that player is actually named after a really dumb puppy dog; proof positive
that his parents didn't think very much of him either."
"You always know just how to make me feel loads better," MVP
said gratefully, adding, "We will be rooting for the U.S. team during
the Stanley Cup finals, right?"
The Scottish Geisha nodded firmly. "Of course dear," she replied
gently. "Right after your fever breaks."
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