So, twice a month we have “sport’s morning” where we all get together and injure each other - usually the men are hurt re-living their glory days on the ice, field or whatever.
The morning it was ball hockey.
I am not, despite the fact my hubby is a cracker-jack AAA hockey coach, a particularly good hockey player, but I am not a bad defencemen.
I can body check with the best of them and show no fear going into the corners. I have little finesse but am usually capable of a dump down to the other side and was excited about my newly acquired wrist shot.
We have a strict no slap-shot rule, which is supposed to keep the ball low.
Someone (not sure who) broke that rule and fired a ball - right at my right breast.
The pain is still there - I thought it tore the nipple or something.
I turned down the many offers of rubbing or “checking” the injury.
Nah, ball hockey is usually played on the road, although any open space will suffice. We play ball hockey here when we don’t have, or can’t get ice time, or just want an informal pick-up game. It’s tradition.
The game automatically has time outs when someone yells “car!” The nets get moved out, then back then everyone assumes the same position and the person who had possession of the ball last gets it back. Great game really.
Poysyn, now that you are feeling better, can you give us guys a sense of your experience? Based on what you’ve seen when a guy gets it in the Boys, do you think you had the same “all life and will has been sucked out of me - omigod, I am nothing but a vehicle for pain” moment at the point of impact like we male-type humans do when we take a shot where we really don’t want to? Do you suspect that the look on your face was just as priceless?
sorry if it is still too early to be going for the funny…
Nit: According to the universally accepted (in Philadelphia, at least) rules of Street Hockey, the proper phrase to shout when indicating an approacing vehicle is: “Game off!”
Once the vehicle has passed, “Game on!” is shouted to resume play.