My friends and I often find we need other sources of entertainment at Crunch games. When the team is doing its very best at sucking, we turn our conversation to topics that won’t make us tear our hair out (this is mostly a sanity-saving device). It was during one of these lulls in the Crunch’s ability to play hockey that one of us realized there must exist a curse on whomever has the misfortune of gracing the pocket schedule cover.
Intrigued?
