Port Richey Hockey Hall of Fame
and team Trainer Dorothy "Dottie" Venis
2020 - the year the universe said, "Nope." Just as we were prepping for another legendary SHIT Show, along came a global pandemic like a fart in church: sudden, unwelcome, and impossible to ignore. The world went full panic mode, people were wiping down groceries, hoarding Charmin like it was currency, and the only "gatherings" happening were on Zoom - where pants were optional but boredom was mandatory.
Needless to say, the SHIT Show got benched. Not because we lost the will - oh no - but because society collectively decided that hockey games and social distancing don't mix.
Fast forward through a few weird years of sourdough starters, Tiger King, and pretending to care about home workouts... and then came 2024.
The SHIT Show was BACK.
And we didn't ease into it. We cannonballed straight into chaos with a record-shattering crowd, ungodly amounts of beer, and just enough planning to technically call it "organized." People showed up ready to make up for lost time - and boy, did they. Stories were made. Regrets were postponed. And at least one person tried to grill ribs in the hotel bathtub (okay, it was me).
Now, with 2024's epic return still echoing in our hangovers, we're setting our sights on 2025: The Reckoning. Bigger. Wilder. Dumber - in the best way. So clear your calendar, charge your portable speaker, pack extra electrolytes, and maybe update your emergency contact info.
The SHIT Show isn't just back.
It's evolving!