Embarrassing Myself
Mood:  lyrical
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Sunday I played hockey in the morning at the local rink. The ice is surprisingly well done for a relativley out of shape community league. I hadn't skated in a few days and I didn't want to get rusty, so I made my younger brother teach me a few things that he had learned from his hockey class.
That was the reason I wanted to practice, I was going to have to play against my brother and his classmates later that evening. Parents vs. kids. Only my parents weren't playing so I was.
Anyway, he showed me how to do a proper slap shot, wrap-around and how to get the puck away from someone. Not that I can really do these things very well but, I improved.
We played a little bit of one on one and the only reason I didn't do terribly was because he had to clear the puck over the blue line and I didn't. Like in one net basketball.
So all was going good until these two kids showed up. My brother invited them to a game, assuming that he would be able to play better. But he was wrong. Both these kids had obviously played before, a lot. And they weren't very nice about kicking our butts either. Insults were not uncommon. I really wanted to take their San Jose Sharks puck and hit them in the teeth. But trying not to retaliate I simply told them good game and we left.
Unfortunately, my brother took it upon himself to put garbage in their shoes.

So of course, the time came for the parents vs. kids game, and I was really excited. I had my brand new red hockey stick in hand and when we arrived at the rink I realised one crucial mistake.
I was hockey helmet-less. All I had was my bike helmet. So I grudgingly took to the ice, wearing my stupid helmet, probably looking like a total fool.
My team was two parents, the coach and me. Sure, they passed the puck to me many times, but it always seemed to get caught up in my feet. So I had many chances, only two of them actually resulting in goals.
So there I am in my bike helmet, running into everybody. And as a lovely conclusion, I collided with my brother, and we both fell to the ice.

Better luck next time,  I guess.  Cheers.