That same 80-yr-old player was with two former teammates...
by Donna M.
A few days later, that same 80-year-old retired hockey player was playing cards in his kitchen with a couple of his former teammates. He told the two of them what the doctor had said about writing things down to help him remember, and that he didn't buy a word of it. His memory, he said, was just fine.
The first old-timer teammate said, "Yeah, well, when you get to be our age, it's easy to forget things. Sometimes I'll be at the foot of the stairs, and for a moment I won't rememember if I've just come downstairs, or if I was on my way upstairs".
The second teammate agreed. "Oui, my friend. Sometimes I am looking in the refrigerator, and I cannot remember if I was about to take some food out, or if I have just put food back in".
The 80-year-old player scoffed at them both. "Well, too bad for YOU two geezers. My memory's fine. Things like that never happen to me, knock wood!" He emphasized his statement by rapping vigorously on the kitchen table a few times, then he paused. "Would you both excuse me for a moment? Someone's knocking at the door."