sigh....
I'm a girl, so there's just some things that I'll never understand about boys. Blame it on the wiring, the hormones...whatever...I will simply never wrap my mind around some of the things boys do.
Let's take hockey.
I love hockey. It's fast, it's exciting...in my humble opinion, its the best sport on the planet.
I love watching my boys play...seeing those sweaty little faces sporting big ole smiles behind the helmet cages. I'm completely floored at how those little Timbits have developed in such a short period of time. The first practise, just 3 months ago, there were so many gloves and sticks on the ice that, well...were it an NHL game it would have been one helluva brawl...but these poor little buggers were just trying to stand up. And now? They are zipping around on the ice like pros...almost :) Red, until recently, was the fastest one legged skater ever...he wasn't steady enough to push off with both legs...so he'd keep one foot on the ice and push with the other...imagine a skateboard glued to one foot... It was kinda comical watching the one legged breakaways...he shoots...he scores!!!!! And the victory lap with arms raised high that inevitably follows each goal...
And there's the Saminator...in his second year of hockey, he is a force to be reckoned with. You simply haven't lived until you've followed the mini Gladiators in full gear out of the dressing rooms... one by one, they hop on to the ice and take off skating hard and fast... Saminator is a big boy... and a natural defenseman. I won't deny the pride I feel when some little hotshot gets digging at the puck and Saminator casually reaches in and pulls it away simply because he's stronger with the stick. Or when said hotshot, in his effort to beat that monster on blades to the puck, crashes into him and falls to the ice, stunned... hitting the Saminator is like hitting a brick wall baby.... Oh yeahhhhh.......
So see? I'm a cool hockey mom! I 'get' hockey.
But the boy shenanigans...sigh...I say uncle.
Why is it uncle anyway? I'll have to explore that someday.....
Where was I...oh yes, boy shenanigans.
So I'm watching Saminator's practise this afternoon, and I'm a little befuddled at his behaviour. First he checks this smaller teamate of his into the boards, and kind of holds him there...then, as the boy is skating away, Saminator reaches after him with his stick and trips him....boy gets up...Saminator falls down and reaches one last time with his stick, rapping the hook around the poor lad's leg for ANOTHER trip! WTF??? THEN....they are doing a drill that involves each player skating with their own puck...Saminator skates towards this girl on his team, takes her puck (as she stands there looking stunned), and proceeds to take a shot at the net before going to get his own puck.... huh? How rude was that?
I asked their dad what was up with that. Apparently the boys had been tripping each other all practise, and there was a little rivalry going on with the girl too. With the GIRL??? Come on... Nearby dad's shrugged their agreement. Like...meh...
And ya know what else their dad said? It's just part of the game. But the girl? Hey...he says...if she's gonna play hockey....
Gee that sounds like a hoot.
You know, I was a very athletic kid...if there was a sport, I played it...and I'm pretty sure that body checking and tripping my teamates went against typical code of conduct.
So I'm thinking it's a boy thing.
Like how boogers and farts are hilarious.
Let's beat the crap out of each other...yay!!!
sigh.....
Okay...so I'm a girl.
Maybe there's just some things I'll never get!
I'm actually good with that.
