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Anonymous
In Philadelphia, me and my boy had seats right next to the opposing bench. Jamie Storr was the back up goalie that night, and sat right in front of us, so we broke his balls the whole game. We're Philly fans, so we rode him pretty hard, but he ignored us completely. He was like five feet from us, he could hear us plain as day, but he never even flinched.
Well, the Flyers were up 2-0 when Kings suddenly scored twice in like three minutes. My friend and I were paying attention to the Kings players celebrating on the ice, so Jamie Storr reached over the glass, tapped my friend on the arm, and mouthed "Fuck you" to both of us.
I always liked him after that.
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