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I'm a fireman used to be in the military. One night I just grabbed a white towel out of the cupbard while packing up my gear. After the game I got undressed went to grab said towel. As I opened it up I realized it was one of those little kid towels with a hole in the middle and a hood with pink bunny ears and a nose.

Ah the joys of being married with kids.

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I'm going with used prophylactic. In college, the night before we left for the conference final four my girlfriend and i got into it in the locker room. Long story short, somehow my protection ended up in a side pocket of my bag. Of course I didn't find it until the intermission after the 3rd before OT of the conference championship game. Turned out to be the perfect thing to break some of the tension, we won it about 4 mins into OT.

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I once pulled out a random Massachusetts liscense plate. No idea on that one. Another time, my sister's friends had a party the night before a 5 a.m. skate, and a bunch of empties spilled out into the locker room. Unfortunately, my coach is a cop.

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wow shooter...thats the best one i think i've heard yet

The timing is what really made it classic instead of just nasty. It's the kind of thing you can't help but laugh at and when you laugh between the 3rd and ot of a conference championship game your teammates are going to want to know what the laughing was about.

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One of the best (worst) I've seen happened to a buddy of mine from Boston. He played HS hockey in the early 80's and still had old school everything -- Doust skates, cooper gloves, old tattered hockey bag from his high school team, etc. Anyway, his unwritten rule was that NO ONE ever touches his hockey bag.

One night shortly after Thanksgiving he and his wife get into a big fight. He shows up in the locker room all pissed off, and angerly unzips his bag. Smothered all over his precious gear are Thanksgiving leftovers -- mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffin, turkey, cranberry sauce...the whole nine yards. He flips out yelling "THAT BITCH! NOBODY TOUCHES MY HOCKEY BAG!" I couldn't help but laugh. He didn't like that too much.

His bag smelled like leftovers for weeks after that. What a turkey!

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