Yesterday I received an e-mail from a friend I haven’t heard from in almost a year…maybe even over a year? A while, at least! I thought she had moved away from this area, since during one of our last conversations, she had mentioned the possibility of her family moving, so I was surprised to find out she is practically right around the corner from where I live! They moved over the summer too, only a few miles down the road from our house. How have we never run into each other? This thriving metropolis boasts one grocery store, a liquor store, and a Wal-mart, and that is the extent of hang-outs here that don’t involve 4-wheelers, chewing tobacco, or livestock. It’s amazing we are so close and didn’t even know it! I feel a marathon phone conversation coming on….
I missed a hell of a hockey game last night. Brad Richards came back from his injury with a vengeance, and the Lightning won (yes, won! That’s not a typo!) 3-2 in a shootout against the Montreal Canadiens. Brad Richards shot the winning goal and had this to say about it: “I go in and try to shoot, it’s pretty simple. I don’t have the hands to do a bunch of dipsy-doodle stuff.” Dipsy-doodle stuff, indeed! Well, if nixing the dipsy-doodle stuff is what worked, then the Lighting should spend all day today practicing non-dipsy-doodle stuff. Hear that, Tortorella? Get on it.
But whimsical quotes are not the only redeeming traits of hockey players. I love watching the goalies. In many ways they are cat-like: that piercing, fervid hunter stare, following every move of the puck; that tense, anticipatory head quiver just before they pounce; the flayed limbs as they leap in the air to snatch their catnip toy, er, I mean, puck. All that’s missing is that little butt wiggle just before they leap, but I suspect that will not be an addition to the NHL anytime soon, no matter how much it would amuse me.