This past weekend, while the boyfriends and husbands and the men of Montreal took to the ponds and outdoor ice rinks with memories of glory and hockey sticks, I thought, "Why not me too?"
Actually, it was my best friend of 12 years who prodded me to get on the ice. With a wrench and a promise of a hot chocolate, she told me to lace up my skates and show those boys a lesson or two.
As Bruce Springsting likes to say, I had my glory days, and with each year that goes by, I looked better and better as an 18-year old girl on the boy's junior Varsity team. Sure, I was smaller and I got the heck beaten out of me. The best part was that I was arrogant. I thought I was good, neigh, I thought I was great. I thought my skating skills would keep me from getting killed (they didn't), and that I would be smooth enough to get a few past the goalies. Turns out you need brute force to keep you on your feet, something that I forget about when I watch NHL games. Those guys out there are strong.
But I laced up. Actually, before I laced up I had to find my skates, which hadn't been used in over 12 years. They were tucked away behind some extra dry wall in the garage, and with my eyes closed I reached into each foot to make sure some mouse or spider didn't make a nest. They didn't. Phew.
Without going into too many details, I am still awesome. For someone who hates to be outside, and who isn't a fan of watching hockey, I love to play the game. I love it when my lungs burn from the cold air, and how well my body+brain know the game. Playing against teenagers and old men, well, it's not rocket science, but at least I got the nod.
Which brings us to the idea of the day. While my skates were cool back in the day, and cost a very cool $120 dollars, they look really lame and not that good today. Today a good pair of skates start at around $200-400, and people will pay, even if they'll only play pond hockey. While I bought the best in my day, the average of today wasn't available.
So let's make a t-shirt that says, "Even the smartest chicken in the world can't read this shirt", with a picture of a rooster or chicken on it. Why? Because times may change, and what will once be good will become average, but that doesn't affect the point that chickens today can't read.
But maybe someday they will.
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