Posts Tagged ‘hockey tournament’

Big Foot FOUND!

November 30, 2008

Yes, all that nonsense a few months back about the dead Big Foot in the deep freeze was nothing compared to what we witnessed today at the hockey rink.  Big Foot hales from Tucson!  He’s only twelve years old and not all of his full-body hair has grown in yet.  He is quite talented on the ice… not like some awkward kids beasts who grew too fast and have yet to develop coordination.  I even have untouched photographic proof for you to witness right here at MSJ. 


I appologize about the photo quality of the action shot.  Seems I don’t have a Sports Illustrated quality camera. I did get a few clear semi-still shots.


Here is Big Foot pictured with my son who is 4’11” tall.  See???  When the kids from our team would try to check him, they just bounced off and down on the ice they went.  Austin tried to check him and take him down, but he said it was impossible.  I suggested some Three Stooges moves where one player goes down on his hands and knees behind Big Foot and another player pushed from the front.. but no one listens to a mom behind the glass.


Unfortunately for us, Big Foot’s team took the first place ribbons at the tournament.  We took second.  But we did give them a good ride. Now don’t go thinking I’m prejudiced about larger-than-life people.  I would love it if Big Foot was on our team!  And if he was my kid, I’d cheer just as loudly when he pushes the little kids down and lays on them…. paralyzing them on the ice.  He has a hard slapshot that rang the beegeebeez out of the boards and with some accuracy practice would inflict even more pain on opposing teams. 

Austin did us proud and emerged unscathed, except for a few bruises and sore spots from encounters with Big Foot.

If you want to call the National Enquirer, I’m available for blog interviews about my Big Foot sighting starting tomorrow.

Black Friday Adventures

November 28, 2008


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……..)