had decided not to bounce around the Junior B hockey circuit in the fall, trying to find a team to play on. I had become content that I had a 50/50 chance of making a team, and a 100% chance of hating it either way. Competitive hockey had passed me by, and it was time to go off to school. Besides, I thought, intramural hockey is pretty good stuff, and I can get my jones for hockey taken care of there.

Note: It's likely that "jones" means "yen" in Dave's sentence. But we could be wrong.

I played one intramural hockey game.

I refereed well over 100. And there, it began.

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