You taking up hockey now? Next question, are you supposed to body check the person with the puck? (I don't know shit about hockey)
I've always had a competitive streak that when it was activated I had zero problems being strategically mean. 'Play hard' I think was my coaches euphemism for it. Ended up coming in handy when I was a clinic escort, we used to joke about how similar some of what we did was to setting picks in basketball, just slide out, get your feet set, and brace for impact.
Bodychecking is, yes, used as a means of throwing the other person off and getting the puck. But this is a no-check league. N bracing for impact, generally. Happens sometimes, though. Bummed actually, cuz I've been feeling super tired and nauseous and am not going to my game tonight. Been playing since fall, before that not for about thirty years...
I didn't do much athletic stuff as a kid outside a season of hockey. "Weird" life, female, gender roles crammed down my throat, didn't get much conditioning for face-to-face competition. There's still time to learn, though. Learn and grow until I'm dead!
Ah, gotcha. So what are you supposed to do in that coming up on the puck situation in a no-check league?
I was wondering how much all the gender roles bullshit played in that. I was almost always the smallest person playing, I suspect a good bit of my aggressiveness was just compensation for that. Lol, never too late to learn new things, which is why I'm going to be learning how to weave plaid later this month.
Couldn't help but think of this song, so I'm just going to drop it here.
And yes, that's Dave Letterman yelling 'Hit Somebody!'
Take it without hitting them. Don't tell the big boys, but it's actually harder. (Even moreso when you don't want to be rude and you don't know wtf you're gonna do once you get it.)
I remember that song!
Have fun with plaid weaving! Sounds gratifyingly difficult but once you get it down you'll be ready for the grunge era all over again.
Ah, gotcha. All three years of middle school our gym class consisted of an hour of 'no blood, no foul' basketball, obliterating somebody is so much easier than actually finessing something like that. Now you gotta get somebody to take photos.
My dad is a big Zevon fan, wasn't sure how much that song had gotten around.
Should be fun, it's at this really neat place just up the road.
Weaving in the woods!!!!