My dad used to smoke a pipe. Kept his pipe and all his pipe gear handy by his E-Z-Boy. Just about all the dads smoked in those days. Not many dads rocked a pipe like Jerry Lee Lewis.
When dad lit up everybody would gather 'round and breathe in the sweet smoke. It did not say so in the Bible but we were all sure God smoked a bowlful in the evening after dinner too. Jesus, on the other hand, was more of a mushroom man.
When I got to be a teenager and began trying out all the cool dope my town's many pushers had for sale I got to thinking I was following in my dad's smoking footsteps. Us Hockeys were born to smoke the way politicians are born to blow smoke out of their ass into your face.
It took a while but now I have an E-Z-Boy too. Lucky for me I did not get hooked on the bad shit you can put in a pipe like my dad did. But I do sit in my chair that is big enough for two of my asses with a beer yelling stuff like, "What the fuck are you doing?" at the Canucks when they do not play hockey like Riot Gods.