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Puck support…

March 19, 2010

Sometimes I know why someone is always on my mind…

Other times I not so sure why some people are showing up for the day…

So I just go with it and see what happens…

Last night after Tangos Por Fiesta class,

and my moment in the circle practicing the stringing together of marcaje, llamadas, and remates…

I got the answer to why #10 was skating around my cerebral cortex yesterday when I turned on the Team 1040 live report of the Canucks vs. the San Jose Sharks game,

and heard Ryan Johnson score the goal that brought the Canucks to a 3-2 win…

Nice work shooting left Mr. Thunder Bay…

I still don’t know hockey’s rules but I’m impressed by someone who plays defense,

and can get a goal from that position…

I’m sure it isn’t easy…

Last night teacher was telling us that remate comes from bull fighting…

It means final kill…

The last stab that the matador gives to sever the spinal cord of the bull,

and finish him off…

In Tangos Por Fiesta the final remate tells the singer and the guitarist that you want to exit…

A strong signal that you are bringing your dance to a close,

and you want to be sung off the stage…

Because of her physical size Starshine was often favoured for goalie on her soccer team,

at the beginning of the season…

But she doesn’t like that kind of responsibility…

She knows how Luongo feels when he takes it all on with a belief that he was THE one who let his team down…

You have to have buffalo shoulders to carry that load,

and Starshine doesn’t want it when she’s playing for fun…

She’s carrying enough as it is…

She prefers to play defense,

Mama, I’ve been in goal so I know exactly what the goalie needs from me,

and I do my best to give it…

I see her tension when she sees Luongo too far out of goal,

and says,

He needs to let his defensemen do their job protecting the net,

and then they need to do it…

I’ve seen Starshine kick a ball into the goal from the centre of the field…

I marvel at her strength,

and the power in her amateur shot…

And I wonder where she gets it from…

Then I remember my own legs,

and how they’re strong enough to kick a plagiarizing professor up a mountain,

without him even knowing what hit him,

until it’s too late,

and my essaie is already in his book…

Starshine is trying out for a gold team…

She hopes to be selected but is happy to play on at the silver level as her skills develop…

Her learning curve on the field this year has been exponential,

and I don’t see any signs of letting up…

Like a chip off the old block,

I started to throw plates last week,

out of Navajo clay,

and today I’m going back for more…

There is a pair of Canadian geese that fly over my house every day…

Honking like crazy as they head east toward the mountains…

I never know exactly what they’re saying but their wings are in perfect sync,

like tiny magnetic dancers,

on a road to somewhere,

and nowhere,

all at the same time…

And don't ever hold me down...

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