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A Night At The Fight...I Mean Hockey Game |
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| Evident by the scrappy exchanges and the desire to chase each other with wooden sticks, there may be no other sporting event with a more intense, violent nature?and primal rage than hockey.?And that?s just the fans.Now lest you get the wrong impression, I do consider myself a hockey fan.?It is easily?my fifth or sixth favorite sport.?I?ve actually been witness to quite a few hockey games.?I can actually recall the last game I watched in person.?It was some time ago, but some things still stand out as though it was yesterday.There is a certain energy you can feel when you enter?a hockey rink.?The energy?is palpable.?You can taste the intensity.?Or, maybe it?was the hot dog I ate at the concession stand.?The trash talking.?The?pure hatred.?The cutting glances at each other.?They all add to the tension hanging in the air.?But, enough about the couple sitting next to me.?If anyone has any doubt that we have not advanced much as a civilized society since our caveman days, I suggest you take in a hockey game.?Just wait until a fight erupts for proof.?The frothing mouthes and mildly alarming gesticulations of the fans could only mean one of two things.?Either the cheerleaders had come out (yes, they actually have cheerleaders in hockey now, they call them "ice girls" or "puck girls", easy, I?wrote PUCK girls)?or a fight had erupted. |
| Either the cheerleaders had come out (yes, they actually have cheerleaders in hockey now, they call them "ice girls" or "puck girls", easy, I?wrote PUCK girls)?or a fight had erupted.The crowd reacted with cheer sand jeers.?"Kill him, tear off his head and sh-"
I quickly interrupted the person sitting in front of me.
"Hey, easy Sister Catherine, relax.?Think of the children".?The contestants were your standard fare.?You know the types.?Jutting chins, sloping foreheads, unibrow, grunting monosyllabic phrases...they looked like they stepped off the pages of a a modern day GEICO caveman ?commercial.?Living proof that humans and apes share 98% of the same DNA, these combatants exchanged a barrage of rights and lefts.?Shockingly, OK less than surprisingly, neither fighter seemed more worse for the wear.In some archaic form of punishment, the aforementioned fighters,?I mean players, are led off to the penalty box .?In an ironic twist of fate, they are then singled out and demeaned by the opposing team?s fans - people they wouldn?t think twice about?knocking out in the real world.?Oddly enough, I forget who won.?All I know is my?guy lost.?Of course, I?am referring to the?fight.?Today?s Featured Blogger Is:
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Anonymous
?I Am Not A Good Friend
This mysterious blogger is new to the internet.?Well, sort of.?Stop by and see if you know who it is!
The links don?t seem to be working.?Hopefully, Anonymous will stop by and leave a comment so we can link to the blog and profile that way! |
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 17 July 2008 )
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