I know police are paid to perform a certain job; however, I do think there comes a time that they just must be downright bored. For those who don't know, I was detained last night for playing ball hockey...I was locking the gym, and drove down the road as a police car pulled in and then started following me...then he pulled me over. So Emily, myself, and my friend Aaron sat in the car for five minutes while he sat in his, waiting for another police car to pull up. Here we sit, on the side of the road in good old Berwick, with two cars with lights flashing are surrounding us. Finally we're approached...keep in mind, there are no less than six hockey sticks in the backseat and goalie gear in the trunk. They ran my plates, my license, and insurance. Of course, all were clean or I wouldn't be sitting here blogging at the moment. They then wanted to know what school I was enrolled in, so that made a difference. Finally, I was able to answer all their questions with confidence and no hesitation, so after about ten-fifteen minutes they finally let us go. All in all, at 11:30 at night, tired and bruised from playing two and a half hours straight of hockey, I was none too impressed. It seemed a little excessive for what they thought I was doing...robbing a gym. They also searched the bag of beverage bottles and found, much to their horror (and my amusement), Gatorade, apple juice, two bottles of Dasani mineral water, and two bags of chocolate Easter eggs. Quite the dangerous combination.
All things considered, I guess I can't complain...while they did detain me, they really weren't rude or aggressive. It struck me as a quiet night in the land of Berwick Police, and in the end, made for a good laugh.
The Montreal Canadiens are falling fast. For a team celebrating its 100th year, they look like they were just born. With a team with that kind of talent (on paper) they should be challenging for the conference lead.
That's all for me today, everyone...sitting in school waiting for class to start, so I'll check back soon!
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My friend, who lived a block away from me, got pulled over one night years ago walking home with an empty six pack of Niagara Trapper, a bag of toys, and a half-eaten pizza. The cop kept asking to see his license and my friend kept telling the cop he wasn't driving. This went on for a while until the cop made a snide remark about said friend's bag of toys and drove off while my friend flipped him off. Surreal.. haha.
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