Hockey!

The Capitals triumph, the Canes make a wicked comeback, but my brother and I couldn’t even buy ice the other day since the rink was closed for maintenance. Ah well, two outta three ain’t bad.

See, Monday was “epic fail” day since we couldn’t play shinny at the rink, couldn’t get the game and flops we wanted at the mall, or even find what we were looking for online. Even though my picks for this round ended up right my brother has given me two options for tomorrow: we can either go to the gym or go to stick-and-puck* and for a bag skate. Hockey players know what I am talking about. I don’t want to go to the gym since I’m meeting someone there early on Thursday and I know that will be a hell of a workout. I’m also terrified of a bag skate since, well, my brother freakin’ flies on ice (with or without his goalie gear) and with his CIS experience I suspect my legs will disintegrate shortly after we begin. Uh, I haven’t been on the ice in close to a year now since I chose not to play in Windsor this winter. I probably wouldn’t go full gear even though I should to better get back in the game but bottom-half should suffice. Funny looking, but should suffice. I have some serious gear as a girl that played contact guys hockey that love to block shots but I downgraded to non-ridiculous shoulder pads for rec hockey. Assuming the rink re-opens post-maintenance when they said they will, tomorrow I will nearly be crying in pain around, oh, 3:20. Should be fun :)

*it’s less a game of shinny, though it often turns into one, and more practice ice for people wanting to work on individual skills. You don’t have to wear full gear but you always have to wear a bucket for insurance reasons. I’m looking forward to finally seeing what it’s like to play in a visor. I always wore a full cage in girls since it was required but even when I switched back to guys for (and beyond) midget I didn’t have the guts to change. Let’s face it, I like my teeth. Also, as a girl with two long braids I might as well have painted a target on my jersey. Took me a quarter of a season of getting my ass kicked all over the ice before I learned how to hit and take a hit properly. I now have the world’s biggest freakin’ visor but if I like it I can always pick up a smaller one. Woo.