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In a stunning story of heroism, rookie forward Maple Dogwood saved numerous lives when he went to catch a matinee of Dune 2.  
 
"It was one of my few days off from training and I figured why not go relax for a few hours at the movie theatre?  I'd already seen Dune 2 thanks to a special showing from one of my sponsors, so this was my second trip. I was really looking forward to tuning out, but of course that wasn't meant to be. As shocking as it might be, I've never been a huge fan of movie theater popcorn, so it was just Mike & Ikes and a slushie, but everybody in there seemed to have that viral popcorn bucket. You know with the sandworm's mouth on it?  And that's there it all went downhill," Dogwood said. 
 
Apparently two people in the row right in front of him were going all in on the bucket, but they also forgot to take their blood pressure medication, which caused their hands to swell.  And both of them, by some horrible coincidence, got their entire arms stuck inside the popcorn bucket and they couldn't take it out. At first, they didn't worry because they were sure they could un-stuck themselves, but it quickly became apparent that things were serious.
 
"I saw one guy start thrashing around in his seat and trying to free his arm and I honestly has no clue what he was doing initially.  But then his wife started hollering and I knew it was serious.  It took a few minutes for the theater staff to realize what was happening and then they turned the lights on.  The guy's entire arm was turning blue and I thought he was going to have a heart attack.  Somehow, things got worse when the person sitting next to him literally said 'I don't know how that even happens, watch' as he stuck his arm up to the elbow in the bucket.  Sure enough, he got stuck as well," said Dogwood.
 
Both men were quickly losing all feeling in their arms as the theater called 9-1-1 to alert paramedics to their current situation.  Fortunately for those two audience members and their families, Dogwood was there to save the day.
 
"When my grandfather passed away, he gave me his pocket knife and I always carry it with me.  It lasted two wars, so I always thought of it as a nice tribute to him and all he meant to me and my family.  Luckily, it has a small little pair of pop-out scissors and I was able to use those to trim back the teeth on the popcorn bucket mouth thing," he said.
 
Thankfully, he was able to cut both of their arms free in just a matter of minutes and both men didn't even need to seek medical attention.  When the paramedics arrived, they weren't even shocked about the call.
 
"This was the 27th Dune 2 popcorn bucket related call that we've received in the last two weeks. I'm just glad it was an arm this time," said Sgt. Andrew Hockensen from the Atlanta Fire Department. 
 
To thank Dogwood for his quick thinking, AMC offered free tickets for an entire year, which Dogwood promptly donated to the Atlanta Children's Hospital.

In a stunning story of heroism, rookie forward Maple Dogwood saved numerous lives when he went to catch a matinee of Dune 2.  
 
"It was one of my few days off from training and I figured why not go relax for a few hours at the movie theatre?  I'd already seen Dune 2 thanks to a special showing from one of my sponsors, so this was my second trip. I was really looking forward to tuning out, but of course that wasn't meant to be. As shocking as it might be, I've never been a huge fan of movie theater popcorn, so it was just Mike & Ikes and a slushie, but everybody in there seemed to have that viral popcorn bucket. You know with the sandworm's mouth on it?  And that's there it all went downhill," Dogwood said. 
 
Apparently two people in the row right in front of him were going all in on the bucket, but they also forgot to take their blood pressure medication, which caused their hands to swell.  And both of them, by some horrible coincidence, got their entire arms stuck inside the popcorn bucket and they couldn't take it out. At first, they didn't worry because they were sure they could un-stuck themselves, but it quickly became apparent that things were serious.
 
"I saw one guy start thrashing around in his seat and trying to free his arm and I honestly has no clue what he was doing initially.  But then his wife started hollering and I knew it was serious.  It took a few minutes for the theater staff to realize what was happening and then they turned the lights on.  The guy's entire arm was turning blue and I thought he was going to have a heart attack.  Somehow, things got worse when the person sitting next to him literally said 'I don't know how that even happens, watch' as he stuck his arm up to the elbow in the bucket.  Sure enough, he got stuck as well," said Dogwood.
 
Both men were quickly losing all feeling in their arms as the theater called 9-1-1 to alert paramedics to their current situation.  Fortunately for those two audience members and their families, Dogwood was there to save the day.
 
"When my grandfather passed away, he gave me his pocket knife and I always carry it with me.  It lasted two wars, so I always thought of it as a nice tribute to him and all he meant to me and my family.  Luckily, it has a small little pair of pop-out scissors and I was able to use those to trim back the teeth on the popcorn bucket mouth thing," he said.
 
Thankfully, he was able to cut both of their arms free in just a matter of minutes and both men didn't even need to seek medical attention.  When the paramedics arrived, they weren't even shocked about the call.
 
"This was the 27th Dune 2 popcorn bucket related call that we've received in the last two weeks. I'm just glad it was an arm this time," said Sgt. Andrew Hockensen from the Atlanta Fire Department. 
 
To thank Dogwood for his quick thinking, AMC offered free tickets for an entire year, which Dogwood promptly donated to the Atlanta Children's Hospital.

1. The Middle by Jimmy Eat World.  It's always a banger
2. Probably going to a game with my dad, really started my love of the game.
3. 11, for some reason I've always been a fan of that number
4. Gotta go with @Gaikoku-hito's Pierre Emile Bouchard!  We had a great run in Vancouver
5. Probably favorite movie. Right now it's probably .Dune 1 and 2
6. I'd learn to speak every language!! Great utility in my professional and personal life.

The Season 92 World Junior Championships will be held on American soil in Salt Lake City, Utah. 
To claim home ice advantage and world hockey supremacy at the junior level, USA Hockey is proud to announce the S92 WJC Team USA roster! 
 
 
Forwards:
 
LW - Chris Reynolds Jr @Crstats23
LW - Joe Shmo @matt sovick
LW - Wally Lose @youloser1337
 
C - George Richmond @badcolethetitan
C - Tyler Lawson @Nyx
C - Taylor Swift @lilchrist
 
RW - Logan Ninefingers @Scurvy
RW - Riley Martin @Smarch
RW - Maple Dogwood @dogwoodmaple
 
Defense:
 
D - Benjamin Abenduct @Schnee
D - Gul Dukat @MSouthworth
 
D - Bric Sheithaus @Oldhead91
D - Lucy Leitner @LucyXpher
 
Goalies:
 
G - Connor Hellebuyck @HockeyFan4Life
G - David Slezak @ShawnGlade
 
 
Players and fans of Team USA are invited to join the WJC discord server to follow all the action around the team as they take on the rest of the world in this best-on-best tournament.  Players, please ping me (@lucyxpher) when you get to the discord and I'll add you to the Team USA locker room!
 
https://discord.gg/SRFqf4YW
 

1. The Middle by Jimmy Eat World.  It's always a banger
2. Probably going to a game with my dad, really started my love of the game.
3. 11, for some reason I've always been a fan of that number
4. Gotta go with @Gaikoku-hito's Pierre Emile Bouchard!  We had a great run in Vancouver
5. Probably favorite movie. Right now it's probably .Dune 1 and 2
6. I'd learn to speak every language!! Great utility in my professional and personal life.

5 things I learned during my time with Philadelphia
 
1. The food in this city is absolutely off the chain. I think I gained 30 lbs just from cheesesteaks alone when I first showed up. The team doctor wasn’t happy, but we eventually got it worked out. But this place has it all - incredible Italian food, great meats, killer pastries, and all the while having immaculate vibes no matter where you pop in for a bite. 
 
2.  No other city has fans like Philly. I think the locals would agree when I say that’s both a good and bad thing. When you’re playing well, these folks will literally die for you. They will pour their entire soul into getting loud for games, showing up to heckle the opponent, and giving all of our players an otherworldly level of support night in and night out. But if you start to stumble a bit? Man they can be brutal. I had a stretch where I didn’t score a goal for a few games and I woke up with “For Sale” signs in my front yard and raw fish stuffed in my mailbox. They make it clear that they’re always going to be all-in, 110% no matter what the situation is. 
 
3.  The team has fantastic pranksters. When I first showed up, we all went out to eat as a team to get to know each other. Since I was coming in midseason, I didn’t give it a second thought since I really needed to get to know the other guys. Until the entire team showed up, support staff included, and stuck me with the bill! My heart almost stopped when the waiter brought me the bill because it had a damn comma in it, but I wasn’t going to be the rookie to squelch on something like that. So I reluctantly gave him my card, took the receipt, and was worried all night that I wouldn’t be able to pay rent. I couldn’t sleep so I logged on to my Chase app at 4:30 AM that morning to see if I could borrow any money and to my astonishment, there were no pending charges. I ran to the den, pulled the receipt out of my pants pocket and took a closer look. “Rookie, you really should read receipts. This one’s on us.” I never slept better in my life before then. 
 
4.  Winters here are no joke. Being from Georgia, I barely had a winter coat, let alone something that would survive the cold seasons up here.  And I certainly had no clue on how to drive on icy roads and didn't have a decent pair of winter boots to save my life. Luckily, my teammates were willing to help when I first showed up and gave me a shopping list of things to go out and immediately buy. A lot of them downplayed the winter weather, but when I explained how anything under 40 degrees is "freezing", they knew they were dealing with a novice in the winter arena.
 
5. We had a wonderful locker room and it was a fantastic place to spend the last few months of the season, especially when it came time for the playoff run. Camaraderie was always high and it was somewhere that you knew you had the support of everybody on the team, even after a bad game.  I would definitely recommend Philly for any VHLM player because it's a great combination of fun, success, and overall attitude in the locker room that is simply second to none.

In some breaking news coming out of rookie Maple Dogwood's camp, it appears as though the two-way forward will become the National Spokesperson for the Bread Pudding Bakers of America (BPBA).  The BPBA has thousands of members across the United States and works diligently with local bakers to promote and develop bread pudding.
 
"I could not be more proud to be the face of BPBA.  I've long been a bread pudding concessioner and to formalize this agreement means the world to me.  I start on a press tour next week where I'll be hitting the top 10 cities for bread pudding in the U.S.A., giving speeches at schools, and even doing a little baking on my YouTube Channel as well," Dogwood said.
 
When asked 'why bread pudding', his answer was rather matter of fact.
 
"I think it's incredibly underrated and undervalued in society. So many desserts are all about the sweet shock factor where you feel like your teeth are going to fall out, and I've honestly never liked those.  I'm here to make sure bread pudding gets its day in the sun and to help inform people about this versatile and delicious dessert dish that should be a staple at all your parties and family gatherings."
 
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I was guessing some Maple product like Maple cookies, Maple syrup or Maple bread pudding!!

I guess I just had Maple on the brain before reading the article!!

In some breaking news coming out of rookie Maple Dogwood's camp, it appears as though the two-way forward will become the National Spokesperson for the Bread Pudding Bakers of America (BPBA).  The BPBA has thousands of members across the United States and works diligently with local bakers to promote and develop bread pudding.
 
"I could not be more proud to be the face of BPBA.  I've long been a bread pudding concessioner and to formalize this agreement means the world to me.  I start on a press tour next week where I'll be hitting the top 10 cities for bread pudding in the U.S.A., giving speeches at schools, and even doing a little baking on my YouTube Channel as well," Dogwood said.
 
When asked 'why bread pudding', his answer was rather matter of fact.
 
"I think it's incredibly underrated and undervalued in society. So many desserts are all about the sweet shock factor where you feel like your teeth are going to fall out, and I've honestly never liked those.  I'm here to make sure bread pudding gets its day in the sun and to help inform people about this versatile and delicious dessert dish that should be a staple at all your parties and family gatherings."
 
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It's everyone's favorite time of year - the Founder's Cup!
 
While some people tend to focus on the "bigger" championship series across the league, there's nothing that tops the VHLM title for my money.
This year's edition is a face off between the Philadelphia Reapers and the Las Vegas Aces for minor league supremacy.
 
In game one,  Philadelphia got off to a hot start thanks to Walter Jinn's first period goal. This gave the Reapers a 1-0 lead and the early momentum.  The second period saw much more fireworks as both teams' offenses really got going in a major way.  Philadelphia stayed hot with a goal from Pinn Jinn to extend their lead to 2-0 before the aforementioned Walter Jinn completed his brace to give the Reapers a 3-0 lead.  Las Vegas wasn't just going to quit, though, as Commander Doom found the back of the net to cut the Philadelphia lead back to 3-1.  Entering the all-important third period, it was paramount that Las Vegas go all in on the offensive, which they certainly did.  They finally broke through the Philadelphia defense when Stinky scored on the power play, cutting the lead to 3-2, but that was as close as they got in this one.  Philadelphia's defense held strong and stymied the Las Vegas attacks as the final horn sounded, giving game one to the Reapers by a score of 3-2.
 
In game two, it was much more defense-oriented to start off, as neither team was able to score in the first period despite some really good chances.  Great defense and exceptional goal tending prevented any goals in the opening 20 minutes and the two teams entered the second period all tied at 0.  Las Vegas was first to strike in the second period and was able to get their first lead of the series, thanks to Elle Aura Ashe who fired an impressive goal roughly seven minutes into the second period.  Las Vegas' fans erupted in excitement, but their cheers were short lived.  Philadelphia answered just a few minutes later when Taylor Swift scored to level the game at 1-1.  This seemed to take the wind out of Las Vegas' sails somewhat and gave the Reapers all the momentum for the rest of the game.  In the third period, the Reapers again called on Taylor Swift for some offensive magic and again they answered with a goal, giving the Reapers a 2-1 lead late in the third period.  As Las Vegas went full offensive after that, it left them vulnerable to a counter attack where Erin Jinn scored another goal for Philadelphia to end the game with a 3-1 victory for the Reapers.
 
In the first two games, both teams have played well and have been evenly matched, but Philadelphia's knack at coming up with the big play at the right time has been the difference in both games. Las Vegas could have come out on top in either or both of these, which just shows how close of a series this has turned out to be.  Even though the Reapers appear to be in control of the series after two games, it's way too early to count out the Aces and their high flying attack.  This one may very well go the distance before a champion is crowned.
 
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GG Reapers!! And @dogwoodmaple; got the better of me in this series so please loss the Moscow series now!! 🤪

1. We turn off the AC at their team hotel so they get overheated and cannot play well.
2. Pepperoni and (I'm not counting cheese since that's like a base layer) ground beef!   And slightly spicy!
3. I think we should make them walk to and from the arena until they get going again. No car, no train, no rides.
4. Absolutely. Only a matter of time!
5. Need our offense to stay efficient
6. Probably MAPLE DOGWOOD!  We made the playoffs after I joined, didn't we?

As a young man growing up in the metro Atlanta area, I never imagined hockey would be my preferred sport.  Like most kids my age, it was baseball, basketball, and football - in fact, I'm not even sure if we had a hockey rink within a half hour of my house.  That all changed one day, but in a way I never would've never anticipated. It didn't start with a dad in love with hockey, a mom from Canada, or distance relatives from more hockey friendly regions. No, it started with a maple tree in my backyard.    
 
We didn't have many trees in our moderately sized yard and most of them were pines.  But there was one rather magnificent maple tree that stood quite literally above the rest. The story was that when my parents bought their first house right when they got married, all they could afford in the way of lawn decorations and landscaping was a single maple tree.  My dad was famously bad at keeping plants alive, but somehow this maple tree thrived. It withstood winters, brutally hot summers, and near-drought conditions from time to time. But what it most famously withstood was the multiple times my parents moved before buying the house I grew up in. Each time they moved, they had the tree uprooted and replanted and despite all of that shock to the maple, it continued to thrive.  And it didn't just thrive in terms of staying healthy, it grew and grew and grew. It had to be the tallest tree I'd ever seen, but I was also very young, so take that into account.  It far outpaced our other trees and only continued to spring upwards year after year.  That is, until the Great Storm rolled through.  The Great Storm was a rare ice storm that hit Atlanta especially hard when I was nine years old. The temperature got below 0 and it snowed for days.  Most of the pine trees in our neighborhood were casualties, but the maple stood strong.  The forecast predicted a break in the storm and eventual warming temperatures on the coming Sunday and we knew if we could just make it to then, our beloved maple would survive.  I awoke at the crack of dawn that Sunday and raced downstairs to see the backyard, where my dad was already standing, silently.  We lost the maple that night and it's enormous trunk lay strewn across the backyard.  I cried for hours, and my dad, ever the one to console me, hatched a plan to cheer me up.  I couldn't stand to have the maple just die there, so my dad started carving it up into keepsakes. Coffee mugs, cutting boards, the usual.  When he asked what I wanted him to carve, my gut was to say a baseball bat because that was my favorite sport.  But I looked all around the yard and saw nothing but ice and snow and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I wanted a hockey stick, made out of pure maple, and handcarved by my beloved father. That isn't just what spawned my love of hockey, though, it also spawned my nickname - Maple.  Ever since then, my dad started calling me that and it stuck throughout school, into college, and as I know head into the pros.  
 
You never quite know what'll guide your path in life.  Hell, mine was a tree.

As a young man growing up in the metro Atlanta area, I never imagined hockey would be my preferred sport.  Like most kids my age, it was baseball, basketball, and football - in fact, I'm not even sure if we had a hockey rink within a half hour of my house.  That all changed one day, but in a way I never would've never anticipated. It didn't start with a dad in love with hockey, a mom from Canada, or distance relatives from more hockey friendly regions. No, it started with a maple tree in my backyard.    
 
We didn't have many trees in our moderately sized yard and most of them were pines.  But there was one rather magnificent maple tree that stood quite literally above the rest. The story was that when my parents bought their first house right when they got married, all they could afford in the way of lawn decorations and landscaping was a single maple tree.  My dad was famously bad at keeping plants alive, but somehow this maple tree thrived. It withstood winters, brutally hot summers, and near-drought conditions from time to time. But what it most famously withstood was the multiple times my parents moved before buying the house I grew up in. Each time they moved, they had the tree uprooted and replanted and despite all of that shock to the maple, it continued to thrive.  And it didn't just thrive in terms of staying healthy, it grew and grew and grew. It had to be the tallest tree I'd ever seen, but I was also very young, so take that into account.  It far outpaced our other trees and only continued to spring upwards year after year.  That is, until the Great Storm rolled through.  The Great Storm was a rare ice storm that hit Atlanta especially hard when I was nine years old. The temperature got below 0 and it snowed for days.  Most of the pine trees in our neighborhood were casualties, but the maple stood strong.  The forecast predicted a break in the storm and eventual warming temperatures on the coming Sunday and we knew if we could just make it to then, our beloved maple would survive.  I awoke at the crack of dawn that Sunday and raced downstairs to see the backyard, where my dad was already standing, silently.  We lost the maple that night and it's enormous trunk lay strewn across the backyard.  I cried for hours, and my dad, ever the one to console me, hatched a plan to cheer me up.  I couldn't stand to have the maple just die there, so my dad started carving it up into keepsakes. Coffee mugs, cutting boards, the usual.  When he asked what I wanted him to carve, my gut was to say a baseball bat because that was my favorite sport.  But I looked all around the yard and saw nothing but ice and snow and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I wanted a hockey stick, made out of pure maple, and handcarved by my beloved father. That isn't just what spawned my love of hockey, though, it also spawned my nickname - Maple.  Ever since then, my dad started calling me that and it stuck throughout school, into college, and as I know head into the pros.  
 
You never quite know what'll guide your path in life.  Hell, mine was a tree.

As a young man growing up in the metro Atlanta area, I never imagined hockey would be my preferred sport.  Like most kids my age, it was baseball, basketball, and football - in fact, I'm not even sure if we had a hockey rink within a half hour of my house.  That all changed one day, but in a way I never would've never anticipated. It didn't start with a dad in love with hockey, a mom from Canada, or distance relatives from more hockey friendly regions. No, it started with a maple tree in my backyard.    
 
We didn't have many trees in our moderately sized yard and most of them were pines.  But there was one rather magnificent maple tree that stood quite literally above the rest. The story was that when my parents bought their first house right when they got married, all they could afford in the way of lawn decorations and landscaping was a single maple tree.  My dad was famously bad at keeping plants alive, but somehow this maple tree thrived. It withstood winters, brutally hot summers, and near-drought conditions from time to time. But what it most famously withstood was the multiple times my parents moved before buying the house I grew up in. Each time they moved, they had the tree uprooted and replanted and despite all of that shock to the maple, it continued to thrive.  And it didn't just thrive in terms of staying healthy, it grew and grew and grew. It had to be the tallest tree I'd ever seen, but I was also very young, so take that into account.  It far outpaced our other trees and only continued to spring upwards year after year.  That is, until the Great Storm rolled through.  The Great Storm was a rare ice storm that hit Atlanta especially hard when I was nine years old. The temperature got below 0 and it snowed for days.  Most of the pine trees in our neighborhood were casualties, but the maple stood strong.  The forecast predicted a break in the storm and eventual warming temperatures on the coming Sunday and we knew if we could just make it to then, our beloved maple would survive.  I awoke at the crack of dawn that Sunday and raced downstairs to see the backyard, where my dad was already standing, silently.  We lost the maple that night and it's enormous trunk lay strewn across the backyard.  I cried for hours, and my dad, ever the one to console me, hatched a plan to cheer me up.  I couldn't stand to have the maple just die there, so my dad started carving it up into keepsakes. Coffee mugs, cutting boards, the usual.  When he asked what I wanted him to carve, my gut was to say a baseball bat because that was my favorite sport.  But I looked all around the yard and saw nothing but ice and snow and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I wanted a hockey stick, made out of pure maple, and handcarved by my beloved father. That isn't just what spawned my love of hockey, though, it also spawned my nickname - Maple.  Ever since then, my dad started calling me that and it stuck throughout school, into college, and as I know head into the pros.  
 
You never quite know what'll guide your path in life.  Hell, mine was a tree.

As a young man growing up in the metro Atlanta area, I never imagined hockey would be my preferred sport.  Like most kids my age, it was baseball, basketball, and football - in fact, I'm not even sure if we had a hockey rink within a half hour of my house.  That all changed one day, but in a way I never would've never anticipated. It didn't start with a dad in love with hockey, a mom from Canada, or distance relatives from more hockey friendly regions. No, it started with a maple tree in my backyard.    
 
We didn't have many trees in our moderately sized yard and most of them were pines.  But there was one rather magnificent maple tree that stood quite literally above the rest. The story was that when my parents bought their first house right when they got married, all they could afford in the way of lawn decorations and landscaping was a single maple tree.  My dad was famously bad at keeping plants alive, but somehow this maple tree thrived. It withstood winters, brutally hot summers, and near-drought conditions from time to time. But what it most famously withstood was the multiple times my parents moved before buying the house I grew up in. Each time they moved, they had the tree uprooted and replanted and despite all of that shock to the maple, it continued to thrive.  And it didn't just thrive in terms of staying healthy, it grew and grew and grew. It had to be the tallest tree I'd ever seen, but I was also very young, so take that into account.  It far outpaced our other trees and only continued to spring upwards year after year.  That is, until the Great Storm rolled through.  The Great Storm was a rare ice storm that hit Atlanta especially hard when I was nine years old. The temperature got below 0 and it snowed for days.  Most of the pine trees in our neighborhood were casualties, but the maple stood strong.  The forecast predicted a break in the storm and eventual warming temperatures on the coming Sunday and we knew if we could just make it to then, our beloved maple would survive.  I awoke at the crack of dawn that Sunday and raced downstairs to see the backyard, where my dad was already standing, silently.  We lost the maple that night and it's enormous trunk lay strewn across the backyard.  I cried for hours, and my dad, ever the one to console me, hatched a plan to cheer me up.  I couldn't stand to have the maple just die there, so my dad started carving it up into keepsakes. Coffee mugs, cutting boards, the usual.  When he asked what I wanted him to carve, my gut was to say a baseball bat because that was my favorite sport.  But I looked all around the yard and saw nothing but ice and snow and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I wanted a hockey stick, made out of pure maple, and handcarved by my beloved father. That isn't just what spawned my love of hockey, though, it also spawned my nickname - Maple.  Ever since then, my dad started calling me that and it stuck throughout school, into college, and as I know head into the pros.  
 
You never quite know what'll guide your path in life.  Hell, mine was a tree.

1. Not everybody is cut out to be a Philadelphia Reaper
2. Hard to say, I tend to go back and forth depending on what mood I'm in.
3. Two words - Maple Dogwood.  Do I deserve it? Who's to really say.
4. 19 Lovstroms, give or take.
5. Coffee and toast.  Enough caffeine to start the day and not something super heavy.
6. CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD

Yeah, That isn`t going to be confusing!! LOL!!

Player Information
Username: dogwoodmaple
Player Name: Maple Dogwood
Recruited From: SisterLeague
Age: 18
Position: RW
Height: 74 in.
Weight: 195 lbs.
Birthplace: United States of America

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Not even been 20 seasons and my brain is already fried

Player Information
Username: dogwoodmaple
Player Name: Maple Dogwood
Recruited From: SisterLeague
Age: 18
Position: RW
Height: 74 in.
Weight: 195 lbs.
Birthplace: United States of America

Player Page
@VHLM GM

Player Information
Username: dogwoodmaple
Player Name: Maple Dogwood
Recruited From: SisterLeague
Age: 18
Position: RW
Height: 74 in.
Weight: 195 lbs.
Birthplace: United States of America

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@VHLM GM

1. I was able to spend a lot of much needed time with family - it was phenomenal!
2. I really feel good about our chances to bring home the title this season.
3. Hopefully some people have some for me!
4. Activity is drinking coffee with Bailey's and watching Christmas movies
5. Absolutely not.  65F and rainy in Atlanta
6. I did not, but some of my friends won a round trip flight to anywhere in the continental USA

1. I am pleased with our performance in the regular season - did what we needed to!
2. Probably my 516 shots.  I wasn't afraid to let 'er rip this year
3. Absolutely. Offense is sexy, but if you can't stop your opponent you can't win a title.
6. Definitely football. I'm a huge Georgia Bulldog fan!
7. Okay I Believe You But My Tommy Gun Don't - Brand New
8. NO!  A hot dog is its own separate and distinct entity.  A hot dog.