Stick and puck…

Ohmigod!!!

My new Junior Bauer Vapours are amazing,

and so is Britannia’s Friday noon-hour stick and puck…

I had no idea that recreational hockey could be so good…

I rode up to the rink from my house,

twice,

because I forgot that I’d have to pay to play hockey…

But after two times up that hill I was all warmed up and flew onto the ice with Boston playing in my head…

Pucks were flying everywhere…

One after the other into the goal…

This made me question why it is so hard for some of those NHL players to get a puck in the net…

It made me wonder,

What part of this don’t you get????!!!!!!

Then I looked up and saw that there was no Lu in goal…

As I skated with the greatest of ease around the back of the net,

a stick and puck regular received my puck…

I fought it back…

He said,

What was that all about???

I said,

Sorry, it’s my first time here…

I don’t know the rules…

He said,

That excuse is only going to work for you today…

Then a little while later he offered some advice,

bless his heart,

with water dripping from his nose…

He said,

I was wondering why you switch hands when you handle the stick…

That is an interesting technique but it isn’t going to work very well in the long run…

And now after watching I know why…

You’re afraid of your back hand…

You just need to practice moving the puck back and forth…

But don’t be afraid of using your back hand…

I’m always open to suggestions, especially when they’re offered without arrogance …

His worked like a charm…

Remembering his words I skated round and round,

picturing a V formed by my skates,

and the stick moving the puck lightly from side to side…

Just like my legs lifting my bata de cola…

Cross-training…

One pointed attention on right now…

At the side of the rink I took a moment to stretch out my aching shins…

An old-timer with a mouth-guard asked me if I was okay…

I said,

I’m great but this is my first time on the ice this season,

and my first time in these skates…

He walked into the box and put his gloved hand on my shoulder like I really belonged,

and said,

Good for you…

You’re going to do great!!!

Who needs psychotherapy when you can go to stick and puck at your local rink…

For $5.50 an hour this is VERY good value…

I mentally booked myself in for another session next week…

Mr. Self-Appointed Coach came around later for some passing practice,

and a comment,

See you’re gettin’ the hang of it…

And when the hour of ice-time was up my old-timer pulled his kit across the rink,

gave me a wink just like St. Nick and said,

Keep it up!!!

No spitting, no belching, no nice tits, no thatta’ girl,

just good old gentlemanly fun and encouragement…

I left with great impressions,

and a gentle shift in consciousness…

Smells like teen spirit...