Aus has the white helmet. Rick has the Elvis sideburns.
Yes, I was up at the crack of dawnon this fine shopping day after Thanksgiving. The catch: the only thing I bought was an eight pack of batteries at Walmart for the camera to take pictures at Austin’s hockey tournament. Yes, I saw the sunrise. It’s been a while since I’ve witnessed the colorful shades of early dawn. I’m good now for another 6 months or so.
The hockey? You ask. The first team we played was the Pumas from Mexico City. Really. They have hockey down there! And the kids were pretty good. Austin’s team did win 5-3 with Aus scoring one goal, but it was only a spread of one for most of the game. The fine folks from Mexico, in case you are wondering, are just as passionate about their hockey as they are their soccer.
To make a long, agonizingly painful story short, Rick is coachingAustin’s Pee Wee Travel team because the first coach quit. Rick L-O-V-E-S it, and that’s an understatement, much to my chagrin. I like the game of hockey now that I’ve had 23 years of watching it and learning the rules/strategy/etc. I love watching my boys play too. BUT, I have a problem when the alarm goes off at 6:15 a.m. on the day after Thanksgiving for a hockey game. I’m not the hockey mom my husband dreams that I was. (I did see a bling bling shirt at the rink that said “Hockey Taxi” that I would actually wear.)
I included these beautiful, hard to see-through-the-glass pictures to show just a glimpse of the ghetto rink that we play in. It is so bad, it’s truly unbelievable. And we PAY for this. In the summer when it’s over 100 degrees outside, which is pretty much May – October, a fog forms on the ice as the players sweat. Not only can you not see the puck at the far end of the ice surface, you can’t see the players. I feel like the swim team from Philly in the movie Pride when the fancy team comes to their ghetto pool for a meet. It’s half-way embarrassing.
But look what Rick got from the Pumas:
Yes, there’s more hockey FUN tomorrow…. and EVEN on Sunday! (……. yippy……..)
Tags: coaching, hockey, hockey mom, hockey tournament, mom, motherhood, raising boys, shopping, Thanksgiving
My Sister's Jar 
November 29, 2008 at 9:16 am |
I am sure he is an excellent influence on the boys. Depending on the day it can be the greatest source of inspiration or frustration.
Ice hockey in 100 degree weather is a tough one.
November 29, 2008 at 12:20 pm |
That is so funny. Pride is a good movie and can only imagine the rink in my mind.
November 29, 2008 at 8:35 pm |
Was that the team with the “Man-child”? That was hilarious.
November 29, 2008 at 10:27 pm |
No, the man-child is on a different team. I’ll take his picture tomorrow, hopefully.