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Once upon a time in America, the city of West Chester, PA, was a blissfully ignorant place. Bam Margera was not a household name, nor a frequent topic of discussion at the City Council board meetings. It was, as such, a haven for filming with a populace not yet savvy to the shocking, random, or just plain fucked-up scenarios that would soon beset them on a routine basis. This untainted “golden age” eventually came to an end in late 2000, probably not long after Bam and Brandon Dicamillo’s unorthodox hockey bout within the confines of a quaint corner cafe (the exact same locale of which would later be used in Bam’s first foray into film with Haggard). Incidentally, this post does conclude our unofficial two-day hockey theme. Canadians (and Canadanias) often get the short end of the North American stick, so I hope you’ve enjoyed this celebration of your country’s foremost contribution to the world. Next week’s half-ass theme will be about the male reproductive system and the gist of its jism.