I hate it when I don't write in my hockey journal for a while. I end up losing track of milestones and forgetting things I wanted to work on, etc. etc. And if I did by some miracle remember everything I wanted to talk about, the post would be too long for anyone to read. Fart.
Some random hockey things that come to mind:
I am now picking up the puck and running with it so often that it's no longer news. I had my first real deke ever in a game against either the Cougars or the Crease Monkeys (see what I mean? I can't remember!) a few weeks ago, and ever since then, I'm off and running whenever the puck squirts my way.
Impaling someone with your stick does not result in a penalty. Neither, apparently, does wrenching said stick out of the impaler's hands and throwing it across the ice. I had occasion to find this out in our last game of the season, when I turned up ice to follow the puck and found an opponent barrelling at me—yes, going in the wrong direction, for some reason—full speed, and with his head down. As I had raised my stick to waist-level to negotiate the turn, and my hands came up reflexively to ward off the inevitable blow, my stick ended up driving straight into my opponent's gut while his body weight completely bowled me over. I got up, tried to see if he was OK, and then looked around for my stick, which was about 10 feet away. At first I thought the impact had flung it so far, but my Gang Green teammates informed me that my opponent ripped it out of my hands and threw it. That would account for the pain in my left hand...
I look about like what I thought I'd look like. Everyone always says that when you see a video of yourself playing hockey, you'll be shocked at how slow you are. Not so for me. I actually do watch the games from the bench, so I'm aware of what speed we're moving at. :) So the two times I've seen videos of myself (one in Vancouver, back in 2001, and the video Karen shot recently of our playoff win against Red Army, which was given to Al and me as a going-away gift by Inga and Kerry on behalf of Gang Green), I wasn't too surprised. If anything, I looked more coordinated than I thought I would. In short, I looked like a hockey player. Woo hoo!
Posted by Lori in Gang Green ~ Summer 2003 | September 5, 2003·02:40 PM