blansky
09-26-2006, 12:26 PM
It must have been a couple of years ago now, I was at the Snoopy Rink playing hockey and it was going pretty well. I had 4 or 5 goals and the goalie was starting to get really pissy. I guess I’d chinked a couple of slapshots off his facemask and he was yelling and swearing at me. What a baby.
My defense partner skated over and mentioned that I really shouldn’t hit our own goalie in the facemask during warm-ups, and cheering whenever I put one past him was kind of a no-no in warm-ups as well. I’m thinking, that little twerp. Whatever happened to old time hockey. Johnny Bower never ever wore a mask and this baby is crying about a few dings. Probably worried I’d ruin the $400 paint job.
So the game finally starts and in the first period I get into it with this guy, and we both drop the gloves and start wailing on each other. Really he was wailed on me and since we have really slow refs he got quite a few shots in before they broke it up. Finally they got him off me, and they gave me 2 minutes for hurting his knuckles and a ten minute misconduct for bleeding all over the ice. So I’m sitting in the penalty box waiting for the blood to clot and this kid comes up and stands beside me.
"Whatch doin?", he says.
I turned and looked at him.
I said “what does it look like I’m doing, I’m sitting in the penalty box”.
He says, “is that real blood?
“Real enough”, I replied
He says, “you really showed that guy.”
“Thanks,” I said, “yeah I sure did. “
He says, “I though you were going to break his hand,”
I said, “yeah I think I hurt him pretty bad that third time I hit him with my cheek.”
He said, “you get into a lot of fights?”
“No” I said, “not anymore.”
“You looked pretty good.”
“Thanks”, rolling my eyes.
He says, “ I play hockey ya know.”
“Do ya.”
“Yeah I’m pretty good.”
“That’s nice.”
“You want me to show you.”
“No.”
“Here give me your stick and I’ll show ya.”
“No”
“What are you afraid of.”
“I’m not afraid of anything, there’s a game going on.”
“I can play better than those guys.”
“That’s nice.”
“Can I try on your gloves.”
“No”
“ I can skate really fast.”
“That’s nice.”
“I bet I can skate faster than you.”
I stared at him….” Kid everybody can skate faster than me. Everybody except the guy that runs the rink. And he’s 92.”
“I have a great slapshot.”
“Really?”
“Wanna see.”
“No.”
“A great wrist shot too.”
“Good.”
“I bet my wrist shot is harder than your slap shot.”
I looked at him. “Undoubtedly.”
“My backhand is probably my best shot.”
I’m thinking a backhand sounds pretty good right about now.
“Can I try on your helmet.”
“NO.”
“Your nose is still bleeding.”
“Thanks I know.”
“Think it’s broken?”
“ No.”
“How do you know.”
“Cause I’ve broken it before and it doesn’t hurt as bad as then.”
“Can I touch it?”
“NO.”
“What number are you.”
“ I don’t know. Look on the back of the jersey.”
“It says number 4.”
“Right, Bobby Orr’s number.”
“I don’t know him. Maybe that guy that you got into a fight with. Maybe that’s Bobby Orr and he’s mad cause you took his jersey.”
“Don’t think so.”
“Well he was mad about something.”
“I think I crosschecked him.”
“Is that legal?”
“No”
“No wonder.”
“Did you crosscheck that Orr guy and take his jersey?”
“Uh, no.”
“Did I tell you I can skate really fast.”
“Yes.”
“Can I try on your skates and show you?”
“ NO”
“Yeah you’re right they look too big for me. I can skate backwards you know.”
“Good.”
“Sometimes I have trouble stopping.”
“Why am I not surprised.”
“Do you play every day?”
“No. I play every week.”
“I could come and watch you next week if you want.”
“ No!!”
“How much do they pay you to play?”
I look at him. “They don’t pay me, I have to pay to play.”
He says, “is that because you can’t skate very fast?”
“I guess so.”
“If you want I could teach you how to skate fast.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Oh,Oh I think your team just got scored on again. How come they have more players than you?”
“Because I’m sitting in the penalty box.”
“Maybe you should try to win the fight next time.”
“Thanks I’ll remember that.”
“What do you do then?”
“I’m a photographer.”
“You mean you take pictures?”
“Something like that.”
“I take pictures too.”
“That’s nice”
“How much do you get paid, or do you have to pay them too?”
This kid is killing me.
“What kind of camera do you have?”
“I have a bunch of them.”
“I just have one. Yours must break down a lot to have to have a whole bunch of them.”
“YA I guess.”
“We should take some pictures together some time.”
“ I don’t think so.”
“Can I try on your gloves?”
“NO.”
Then a few weeks ago Marko posted a picture of himself here on APUG and I could swear, I’ve seen him before somewhere.
I just can’t think where.
Michael
My defense partner skated over and mentioned that I really shouldn’t hit our own goalie in the facemask during warm-ups, and cheering whenever I put one past him was kind of a no-no in warm-ups as well. I’m thinking, that little twerp. Whatever happened to old time hockey. Johnny Bower never ever wore a mask and this baby is crying about a few dings. Probably worried I’d ruin the $400 paint job.
So the game finally starts and in the first period I get into it with this guy, and we both drop the gloves and start wailing on each other. Really he was wailed on me and since we have really slow refs he got quite a few shots in before they broke it up. Finally they got him off me, and they gave me 2 minutes for hurting his knuckles and a ten minute misconduct for bleeding all over the ice. So I’m sitting in the penalty box waiting for the blood to clot and this kid comes up and stands beside me.
"Whatch doin?", he says.
I turned and looked at him.
I said “what does it look like I’m doing, I’m sitting in the penalty box”.
He says, “is that real blood?
“Real enough”, I replied
He says, “you really showed that guy.”
“Thanks,” I said, “yeah I sure did. “
He says, “I though you were going to break his hand,”
I said, “yeah I think I hurt him pretty bad that third time I hit him with my cheek.”
He said, “you get into a lot of fights?”
“No” I said, “not anymore.”
“You looked pretty good.”
“Thanks”, rolling my eyes.
He says, “ I play hockey ya know.”
“Do ya.”
“Yeah I’m pretty good.”
“That’s nice.”
“You want me to show you.”
“No.”
“Here give me your stick and I’ll show ya.”
“No”
“What are you afraid of.”
“I’m not afraid of anything, there’s a game going on.”
“I can play better than those guys.”
“That’s nice.”
“Can I try on your gloves.”
“No”
“ I can skate really fast.”
“That’s nice.”
“I bet I can skate faster than you.”
I stared at him….” Kid everybody can skate faster than me. Everybody except the guy that runs the rink. And he’s 92.”
“I have a great slapshot.”
“Really?”
“Wanna see.”
“No.”
“A great wrist shot too.”
“Good.”
“I bet my wrist shot is harder than your slap shot.”
I looked at him. “Undoubtedly.”
“My backhand is probably my best shot.”
I’m thinking a backhand sounds pretty good right about now.
“Can I try on your helmet.”
“NO.”
“Your nose is still bleeding.”
“Thanks I know.”
“Think it’s broken?”
“ No.”
“How do you know.”
“Cause I’ve broken it before and it doesn’t hurt as bad as then.”
“Can I touch it?”
“NO.”
“What number are you.”
“ I don’t know. Look on the back of the jersey.”
“It says number 4.”
“Right, Bobby Orr’s number.”
“I don’t know him. Maybe that guy that you got into a fight with. Maybe that’s Bobby Orr and he’s mad cause you took his jersey.”
“Don’t think so.”
“Well he was mad about something.”
“I think I crosschecked him.”
“Is that legal?”
“No”
“No wonder.”
“Did you crosscheck that Orr guy and take his jersey?”
“Uh, no.”
“Did I tell you I can skate really fast.”
“Yes.”
“Can I try on your skates and show you?”
“ NO”
“Yeah you’re right they look too big for me. I can skate backwards you know.”
“Good.”
“Sometimes I have trouble stopping.”
“Why am I not surprised.”
“Do you play every day?”
“No. I play every week.”
“I could come and watch you next week if you want.”
“ No!!”
“How much do they pay you to play?”
I look at him. “They don’t pay me, I have to pay to play.”
He says, “is that because you can’t skate very fast?”
“I guess so.”
“If you want I could teach you how to skate fast.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Oh,Oh I think your team just got scored on again. How come they have more players than you?”
“Because I’m sitting in the penalty box.”
“Maybe you should try to win the fight next time.”
“Thanks I’ll remember that.”
“What do you do then?”
“I’m a photographer.”
“You mean you take pictures?”
“Something like that.”
“I take pictures too.”
“That’s nice”
“How much do you get paid, or do you have to pay them too?”
This kid is killing me.
“What kind of camera do you have?”
“I have a bunch of them.”
“I just have one. Yours must break down a lot to have to have a whole bunch of them.”
“YA I guess.”
“We should take some pictures together some time.”
“ I don’t think so.”
“Can I try on your gloves?”
“NO.”
Then a few weeks ago Marko posted a picture of himself here on APUG and I could swear, I’ve seen him before somewhere.
I just can’t think where.
Michael