players that don't take any consideration to the fact that I have to handle their jerseys after their time on the roster ends.
It's bad enough that I'm dealing with human sweat and sometimes blood... but tonight I had to drive home, an hour in a snow storm, suffocating in the stench of the 1970's ass HAI KARATE cologne this old son of a bitch apparently bathed in.
Cheap fragrances aside- cologne on game day... we're playing hockey, not rolling into a fucking nightclub trying to smash some cougars.