He Shoots.... He Scores!

As I sat on a very lonely date this evening... I found two wonderful substitutes for my
company ...and that was good food and good television.

The perfect hockey game... and the perfect hockey player's food!

As I sunk into both, (forgetting what was around me), I quickly realized how focused a hockey game is! How violent... how sexual... and how agressive! hmmm... Just what i needed for a perfect distraction!

I was raised on Boston Bruins Hockey; my father being an avid fan. I can still remember the nights of the ceiling, or floorboards, screaming the word, "SCORE!" It's a wonder I fell asleep at all on those evenings. With rockstar athletes such as Bobby Orr and Phil Espisito... I truly have wondered HOW hockey has survived since the golden years of the Bruins??


According to Wikipeida the following defines the sport of Hockey:
Ice hockey sticks are long L-shaped sticks made of wood, graphite, or composites with a blade at the bottom that can lie flat on the playing surface when the stick is held upright and can curve either way, legally, as to help a left- or right-handed player gain an advantage.
Games played with curved sticks and a ball can be found in the histories of many cultures. In Egypt, 4000-year-old carvings feature teams with sticks and a projectile.

WOW! after reading this and coupled with my very graphic viewing this evening... I decided how "exciting" it might be to blog about hockey!

Why... curved sticks and projectile pucks is what every girl dreams about!!??

Well... more exciting than dinner, (that being said), and a wonderment placed upon men from my past who engaged in such violent fun! I decided to blog the minute I got in.. but alas.. I was tired!

I have never been so intrigued by a man who can skate backwards, beat the shit out of some guy for stealing his puck, and hip check another man without it being a part of a 70's disco dance at the Boom Boom Room. Never, have I been part of man who is missing teeth. (My men usually have ALL of them whitened!) Willingly spend time in the Penalty Box without having to own his own shame, (In years of therapy), or wear an oversized jersey, (NOT from Brooks Bros), that displays both some symbol of ownership while simulataneously displaying his name in big bold 4 letters.

Again, usually not my kind of guy! I do have to say tho... in recent years, I've come to appreciate a man who, "shoots and scores", according to Wayne Campbell. Likes the anger and no-nonense approach of reaching his goal, and ultimately lets his best chick friend wear his jersey as a comfort for bed!

Black eyes heal... Sticks are replaced, and numbers on the jersey... are just numbers.

But its the man who gets back out onto the ice again and again, despite the shape of his stick... shoots for his goals and ultimately sacrifices it all to score, that wins my heart on the ice! (In the middle of winter).

The next time I'll play his number in Powerball for the win! (Cause it's more than just a game to me.)
And ultimately in the 4th period...seconds remaining.... I'll still want a guy who knows how to skate in the oppostie direction sometimes!

Happy Valentine's Day

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