So I played some hockey on Wednesday night. It was one of my rougher excursions, especially with number 85 on the other team. Just for reference, I play defense. Defense entails protecting the area around your goal keeper by any means necessary. And, in the somewhat rare instance, protecting the goalie who is usually defenseless when being bombarded by the opposing team. This is all standard hockey defense. Unless you are 5'8" and slightly over 150 lbs.
I typically defend my side of the net against dudes (and ladies) who are significantly larger than me. Therein lies the fun. Imagine me trying to push someone out of the way who is 6 inches taller and 100 lbs heavier. Some of them are even the size of The Big Guy. Typically when they are as big as TBG they just turn around and laugh at me.
But it is when I (the small guy) and the opponent (the big guy) start getting angry at each other when things really start to hurt. This past Wednesday, I drew three penalties against the other team for retaliation. But those penalties came at a small cost. 1) Slapshot to the calf -which began cramping shortly after. 2) Sore jaw - from my head slamming into the ice. 3) Whiplash - again from my head slamming to the ice. 4) Sore back and hip - from #19 hooking my legs then falling on me - and then picking me up by my legs as he got up and slammed me back down. It is important to note that even though I had to urge to get up and punch #19 in the face, I just didn't have the energy.
Even though I am walking around the house gimpy, having to pick my head up off of the pillow to get up in the morning, I loved every minute of that hockey game. I liked it because playing against larger and rougher guys makes me play harder. I also get a kick out of the bigger dudes getting a bit upset that some little guy is challenging them.
Nonetheless, I shook hands after the game and told them all I look forward to our next game. Number 85 and I agreed that we both had fun and no matter what happens on the ice, we'll laugh about it after.
We lost 4 - 1. Our next game is against a team who is much faster than us. That will take more agility and less thuggery.
3 comments:
Awesome. Just awesome.
But it is when I (the small guy) and the opponent (the big guy) start getting angry at each other when things really start to hurt.
1) Slapshot to the calf -which began cramping shortly after.
2) Sore jaw - from my head slamming into the ice.
3) Whiplash - again from my head slamming to the ice.
4) Sore back and hip - from #19 hooking my legs then falling on me - and then picking me up by my legs as he got up and slammed me back down.
I especially like the pick up/throw down.
The visual I have of it just makes me laugh.
It is important to note that even though I had to urge to get up and punch #19 in the face, I just didn't have the energy.
The lack of energy (as opposed to good sense) is probably why you are able to type this little missive today, instead of sipping your lunch through an IV tube.
Always remember what my mom used to tell me-
"When you're dumb, you gotta be tough."
TBG
Travis this is hillarious. I really need to come see you play one night. I laugh as I type. We need to get together next week and have lunch. I can probably make a Wednesday thing if you're interested. Let me know.
LOVE IT. Not the fact that u r in pain, just the story itself. That is a game i really wish i coulda watched. Mayb next time u could take a video camera? That would b awesome.
Hope the aches and pains r disappearing.
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