Jagr' s Hairball

Have was skating at a game. Just on the Panthers' zone, waiting for the puck, when...
"Ooh. I don't feel so good", he told Keith Yandle, grabbing his churning gut. Yandle ignored him (lol).
"It's getting worse."
*urp!* Down he went, laying on ice, his mouth wide open.The crowd was cheering quizically.
*Beeeeelllllch!*
He got up on his knees, with his hands against the ice.
*gag!*
"Uh-oh. He's gonna do it!" a man said in the crowd. Then it came.
*hic! Hic! Urp! Gag! REEEEEEETCH!*
Crowd: *disgusted shouts*
Jagr opened his eyes. Right under his face was a large clump of mullet hair, matted with stomach contents.
"Uuughh!" He could feel his stomach purring. This was just the beginning. There was more.
A nice, fluid, chunky puke escaped his mouth and splattered onto the ice.
The smell was absolutely horrid. Jagr was reminded of the pizza he had for lunch, along with the bacon and hash browns for breakfast, as well as the stir-fry as his lunch. Some amount or another was all there.
"Hey, Keith, can you help me now?!"
Keith skated over to him, sarcastically, while his mess was being cleaned up, the crowd recovering from what their eyes had just witnessed.
"I--BLEEEECH!" More of Jagr's chunky gut soup projectile spewed all over Keith's front.
"You think this is funny, Jami?" Keith said, holding his arms up, puke dripping off of them.
Jagr was then echoed escorted to the locker room. Turns out, he had caught a severe stomach flu, band could not return until the next game, when they knew he would be better by then.

Notes

It's short because I ran out of ideas early.