Lord Stanley’s Cup

Posted on by kylar

Conversation at Stanley’s last night, with Christian:

Me: Do we touch the Stanley Cup?
Him: Noooooooooooo.
Me: Until?
Him: Until I win it.
Me: Gooooooood.

A note: I didn’t touch it either. The Stanley Cup, for those unaware, is the highest honor that a hockey team can win. Superstition/Tradition is such that you don’t touch the cup unless you win it. Not ‘your team’, you. As some part of an organiziation (not a fan) that wins the Cup. It was really amazing to see up close. Kelly asked about it and why *I* didn’t touch it, and I couldn’t adequately explain.. it somehow diminishes what the cup stands for if I touch and grab it. I don’t begrudge anyone their choice to touch or hold it or whatever.. but as for me, I just choose not to.

The weird thing is that then last night, I had a dream about the Cup. I was hanging around in Stanley’s late, nearly closing time, with my ‘usual’ hockey friends – Jim, Cap and Teach. The cup was there, and we were just talking with Phil Pritchard (Keeper of the Cup). I asked him if I could take another picture (the throngs had left, and the Cup was over on a table). He said sure, and I went over, and picked up the Cup and held it above my head, like the players do when they win. I lower it down and kiss it and raise it back up. Then I carefully put it down on the table. My friend Teach goes over and starts to pick it up, but we quickly realize that he’s a bit… inebriated as he staggers under the weight and almost falls. Phil decides that we should stop, and we do.

I wish there was a <dream/> tag.

Hockey

Posted on by kylar

I played a couple of games last night and in the second game, in the 3rd period, a guy skated in to our end, completely out of the play and cross checked our goalie in the mask. Knocked him out cold for like 30 seconds. I was closest to him, so of course, I went right after him. We tussled for a bit and were both ejected. It was the cheapest most cowardly shot I’ve ever seen.

I’ll take this willingly.

This week.

Posted on by kylar

Some weeks seem to fly by, and some drag. This is one where it feels like today should be saturday. I have that otherworldly feeling like I’m at work on a weekend and time is dragging by.

Saturday I played hockey, and had quite a game.. scored the only goal, got ejected (along with 3 others), our team totaled 4 ejections, 3 misconduct penalties and a suspension, over 40 penalty minutes, and it all happened with 4 seconds left.

== LATER ==
I started writing this a couple days ago and it’s been sitting open in my browser… and it’s driving me nuts. Every day is dragging and dragging.

Gaak!