The Suburban House Wife Hockey Chronicles
Chapter 12
Friday February 12, 2010
Song of the week: The Bitch is Back by Elton John
Pre-game:
I have just come back from a walk with The Terrier. Saying I went for a walk with The Terrier is like saying I went for a bike ride with Lance Armstrong. It’s more like a forced march. I could probably run while she’s walking. I can’t keep up with her so I try to stay behind her. This way I can go my own speed and pretend to run up the hills like she does.
She’s a quick one and has figured out my m.o. So today she insisted on walking behind me. At my heels I should add. Just like a Terrier. Constant crunch, crunch, crunch, just missing my foot. Making me pick up my pace. It goes without saying I was in a lather by the time the walk ended. I quickly got in my car to avoid a possibly double up activity before hockey started.
I got a chill from my walk and decided to have a cup of tea. Half way through my tea thoughts come to mind...Maybe I won’t go to hockey today. Maybe I’ll just sit here, drink my tea and curl up with my book. No one will miss me if I don’t show up.
Before I take off I checked my email just to see if anything needs my immediate attention.
To my surprise I got an email from Sarge. I looks like coach has the flu and she is looking for someone to coach for the day. I make a quick executive decision and decide if the coach is sick it’s as good as a cancelled practise. This must be how kids feel when they wake and find out they have a snow day.
Oh look, it’s too late to call The Terrier to let her know I’m not coming. Tee Hee Hee. Hope she have fun at practice. Tee Hee. Instead of reading I think I’ll go have a nap. I’ll need to be rested when comes after me. Tee Hee.
Post-game:
The Terrier called. She’s kinda still taking to me I think. The call went better than anticipated. I took the silence on the other end as implied dismay, an inferred grievance. Maybe she’ll think twice about how fast we walk next time.
Thoughts:
1. I have a feeling The Terrier is not going to let me out of her sight next Friday.
2. 5 weeks to go.
Cheers
The Pylon
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Well,well,well..what's this? Scanning the sea of marzipan pink players I fail to spot the teetering,wobbly form of The Pylon.I must be mistaken!!Surely the person responsible for me currently freezing my butt off in a cold rink while dressed like a Valentine's Day cupcake would not intentionally ditch practice.She was alive and still breathing when I left her hanging off the side of her car this morning.But it's true. Her dishevelled,knock-kneed stance is indeed missing from the other team's line-up.I've been duped!Her absence greatly improves her team's chances of beating us...and they do...by a humiliating 4 to 0. I am now"Peeved in Pink"..and revenge will be sweet.
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