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Chuck Butler - AKA Chuckles

 

 

Many of the Chaos players are lucky enough to know Chuck H. Butler.  He is one of our Friday Knight/Hamlin Pub Shark team mates.   For the last several years he has set an example that has motivated us all.  I think it is only appropriate to tell all of the Chaos players about Chuckles.  This is certain to motivate the team to our ultimate goal of another Niagara Championship.

Chuckles started playing hockey relatively late in life.  Was it enough to just start playing?  Absolutely  not.  Once Chuckles is in, he is all the way in.  Chuckles was not content playing once a week with the Friday Knights.  He decided to form his own team.  This way he could nominate himself as the Captain and play whatever position he wanted.  He can also keep players or kick them off the team. 

Over the last several years, Chuck and his team, The Hamlin Pub Sharks, have emerged from the pathetic depths of despair to a fledgling D- League Dynasty.  Of course, it helps that Captain Chaos and Paul McDonald both play on the team, but so what?  We all have to like his will to win.  Chuck is certainly improving each year, but he does have a problem scoring due to his tendency to shoot the puck well wide of the net.  In addition to running the team, Chuck publishes game notes within 54 hours of the end of the game.  (We have Jay who gives me the Chaos game summaries about 51 weeks after each game)  Chuck's game notes are known to us all as Shark Bytes and they have every imaginable stat and chart known to man.

Is it enough to play and form a team dynasty?  Again, the answer is no.  Chuckles has dedicated his backyard and also the commons area of his subdivision to the construction of "Butler Arena".  This is the ice rink you see in the picture above.  He has turned this into such a science that even people in Canada have sent him cash for his "How to build an ice rink" instruction manual.   Hockey is life in the winter for the Butler family (except for his wife).  His son and daughter are both out there with him almost every night.  On most nights, Chuckles pretty much dominates play at both ends of his rink.  He has even taught his daughter to say that I am "mean".  Figure that one out.

Along with Macaskill and Sandstrom, we have commissioned a song for Captain Chuckles.  It was tough but we managed to get Credence Clearwater Revival back together for 2 minutes and 15 seconds.    Make sure your speakers are on and then click on this link and enjoy !  Chuckles on the Ice

Click the BACK button on your browser to return to this page after the song is over.  Here are the lyrics in case you want to follow along. 

I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin.
I see bad times today.

Dont go around tonight,
Well, its bound to take your life,
Theres a bad moon on the rise.

I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.

Dont go around tonight,
Well, its bound to take your life,
Theres a bad moon on the rise.

Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like were in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.

Dont go around tonight,
Well, its bound to take your life,
Theres a bad moon on the rise.

Dont go around tonight,
Well, its bound to take your life,
Theres a bad moon on the rise.
I see Chuck Butler's rink a floodin’
I see cold weather on the way
I see Paul and Will and slapshots
I see Chuckles on the Ice

Don’t pass him the puck
Cuz he’s bound to shoot it wide 
There goes Chuckles down the ice

I see Chuck on his com pu ter
I know the Shark Bytes are coming soon
I fear insults will be flowin
I know the end will have his graphs

Don’t pass him the puck
Cuz he’s bound to shoot it wide
There goes Chuckles down the ice

Seems like he should be gettin’ better
Seems like he'd be prepared to score 
Looks there he blew a simple slam-dunk
And now we're sure to hear Mike Macaskill whine

Don’t pass Chuck the puck
Cuz he’s bound to shoot it wide 
There goes Chuckles down the ice

Don’t pass Chuck the puck
Cuz he’s bound to shoot it wide 
There goes Chuckles down the ice