I don't even have hockey skates
Well, actually, I do. I just borrowed that from Kathleen Edwards. But I wasn't wearing them yesterday, and could possibly have helped my performance.
Yesterday, after the conditions at the canal proved to be a little less than mediocre for most of its length, Jane and Robin and I decided to go play some hockey. Now, I haven't played hockey since high school, and back then, I played it on a grass pitch while wearing a skirt (the British have very different ideas about appropriate attire for physical education). I am far more capable of stopping in sneakers or cleats than I am on skates. But, after a short warm up, it was decided that I was ready to play with Other People. Those other people were Jay, Joe, Tony (who played net quite admirable despite only filling up exactly 1/8 of the space between the pipes), Adam, and some of their other friends whose names I didn't catch. I am quite sure they will forever remember the day those Weird Grown Ups invaded their neighbourhood rink to play shinny with them. Once they got over the initial shock of having to play with girls though, we had a pretty enjoyable time. I even managed to get two goals, despite Jay getting my number pretty early on when he realised that he could make me fall down by yelling in close proximity to my skates. I'm not going to let that happen next time though, so you're going to have to rethink your strategy kidd-o.
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