Feelings on Last Night's Hockey Game
Here's the approximate timeline of what I experienced:
9:40pm - Arrive at Pickwick for ice hockey game. Walk into dressing room just as teammates discuss care and feeding of gerbils. Learn way more about gerbils than I ever wanted to know.
10:05pm - Step out onto the ice.
10:10pm - Strange queasy feeling in stomach. Not the usual I'm fat and out of shape and can't skate queasy feeling. A different queasy feeling.
10:11pm - Identify the queasiness. Realize I shouldn't have had cheese with my dinner. Curse you and your melted deliciousness, cheese!
10:25pm - First period ends. I get a second assist on the second goal - first point in two months. Feeling good.
10:35pm - Receive a beautiful pass in the slot. Instead of firing it right away with my heavy slap shot, I take an extra step closer to the goalie - then rip a wrist shot... right into the goalie's chest.
10:36pm - Hear taunting and name-calling for my poor effort, followed by laughter. As I skate back to the bench, realize it's coming from my teammates - who are giving me some good-natured ribbing at how badly I messed up. Feeling embarrassed.
10:45pm - Have a great chance to score in the slot. This time, fire right off the pass - goalie makes a great kick save. I grab the rebound and have the goalie out of position. Fire a second shot aimed for the top corner... goalie lunges and gets his glove on it.
10:46pm - Laughter from my bench again. Feeling snakebitten.
10:50pm - A 2-on-2 rush. I make a nifty pass to my left, then drive hard to the net. My teammate will fire the shot - I'll try to screen the goalie and maybe grab the rebound. My teammate fires a huge slapshot... directly into the back of my right leg. There's no protective padding on the back of the legs.
10:51pm - Fall down, grab right calf, and think happy thoughts. Feeling... not so good.
10:55pm - Leg pain replaced by leg numb. Try playing again. Avoid front of net - don't want to get anywhere near any place where I could get hit again.
11:00pm - Receive a great pass through the neutral zone. I'm 1-on-3 again, but I make a nifty move and drop a no-look drop pass to my teammate... As soon as I let go of the puck, my mind thinks, NOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo!. Fortunately, my teammate's slapshot misses the back of my leg. Feeling stupid.
11:05pm - Game over. We win a rare game, 4-1. My team's goalie taunts me with, "Dude. If you make a play and you take a puck off the back of your leg.... DON'T DO IT AGAIN!"
11:10pm - Remove shin pad off my right leg. Calf muscle has tightened up. Still hurts.
11:15pm - Team cooler is filled with beer and soda. I grab a soda.
11:16pm - Regret drinking soda. Not a good thing for stomach after strenuous exercise. Feeling carbonated.
11:40pm - Arrive home. Collapse. Feeling like it's not long until I die on the ice.
9:40pm - Arrive at Pickwick for ice hockey game. Walk into dressing room just as teammates discuss care and feeding of gerbils. Learn way more about gerbils than I ever wanted to know.
10:05pm - Step out onto the ice.
10:10pm - Strange queasy feeling in stomach. Not the usual I'm fat and out of shape and can't skate queasy feeling. A different queasy feeling.
10:11pm - Identify the queasiness. Realize I shouldn't have had cheese with my dinner. Curse you and your melted deliciousness, cheese!
10:25pm - First period ends. I get a second assist on the second goal - first point in two months. Feeling good.
10:35pm - Receive a beautiful pass in the slot. Instead of firing it right away with my heavy slap shot, I take an extra step closer to the goalie - then rip a wrist shot... right into the goalie's chest.
10:36pm - Hear taunting and name-calling for my poor effort, followed by laughter. As I skate back to the bench, realize it's coming from my teammates - who are giving me some good-natured ribbing at how badly I messed up. Feeling embarrassed.
10:45pm - Have a great chance to score in the slot. This time, fire right off the pass - goalie makes a great kick save. I grab the rebound and have the goalie out of position. Fire a second shot aimed for the top corner... goalie lunges and gets his glove on it.
10:46pm - Laughter from my bench again. Feeling snakebitten.
10:50pm - A 2-on-2 rush. I make a nifty pass to my left, then drive hard to the net. My teammate will fire the shot - I'll try to screen the goalie and maybe grab the rebound. My teammate fires a huge slapshot... directly into the back of my right leg. There's no protective padding on the back of the legs.
10:51pm - Fall down, grab right calf, and think happy thoughts. Feeling... not so good.
10:55pm - Leg pain replaced by leg numb. Try playing again. Avoid front of net - don't want to get anywhere near any place where I could get hit again.
11:00pm - Receive a great pass through the neutral zone. I'm 1-on-3 again, but I make a nifty move and drop a no-look drop pass to my teammate... As soon as I let go of the puck, my mind thinks, NOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo!. Fortunately, my teammate's slapshot misses the back of my leg. Feeling stupid.
11:05pm - Game over. We win a rare game, 4-1. My team's goalie taunts me with, "Dude. If you make a play and you take a puck off the back of your leg.... DON'T DO IT AGAIN!"
11:10pm - Remove shin pad off my right leg. Calf muscle has tightened up. Still hurts.
11:15pm - Team cooler is filled with beer and soda. I grab a soda.
11:16pm - Regret drinking soda. Not a good thing for stomach after strenuous exercise. Feeling carbonated.
11:40pm - Arrive home. Collapse. Feeling like it's not long until I die on the ice.
posted by Eugene at 3:00 PM
1 Comments:
I shared that very same feeling last night, but I wasn't standing on ice. That is where our stories part.
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