Tuesday, June 23, 2009
I survived spring hockey!
And after thinking I might quit after the first week I ended up really enjoying it! Of course it helps that I don't have to go to work on Tuesday mornings now. Everyone got so much better during the 9 months I was gone. I went from being one of the top players when we were all starting out to one of the bottom dwellers. Oh well, since I had paid for it up front I was in it for the 6 weeks and I did get better and I didn't die like I thought maybe I would.
It's kind of comical because I guess I got the "Austin" experience being so unskilled. One day the drill was to skate backwards down the ice and the girls are just flying by me and I'm yelling "right behind you," hoping not to get plowed over. The "head honcho" hockey coach then has one of his high school goonies take me off to the side and try to teach me how to skate backwards. Not happening. Another time we were skating forward to the blue line and then transitioning to backwards and back to forwards at the next blue line. I looked more like an oversized figure skater as I'd clumsily pirouette at the blue line and usually fall. Finally one time I did a beautiful smooth transition to backwards and everyone cheered for me. We would often scrimmage and all the girls would be very encouraging and "rah, rah, go get em" it was nice. Even the "head honcho" said "great job tonight kid, you're coming along" and dang that felt good. I guess in a twisted way I am enjoying this new view as "underdog."
Next week I'll be back and it's drop in learn to play hockey and then hopefully come fall I'll get a chance on a team again. One positive is that most of my equipment did still fit after my body was drastically stretched except for my head and my feet. (Strange I know) I did break down and bought a new helmet for my birthday because I couldn't stand the old helmet after about 20 minutes. Maybe Santa will bring me new skates at Christmas time. Or maybe I'll get an anniversary gift this year...hint, hint, nudge, nudge. Guess I need to tweet that I want skates because I don't think Joe reads the blog anymore.
Oh and get this, they have on Wednesday nights "play with your kids" drop in hockey. They really need to call it "get a butt kicking on ice by your 8 year old!" However, Tommy is really, really looking forward to sticking it to good ole Mom. So if I ever get up the nerve to go, I'll let you know how that comedy goes.