A minor question about hockey

Just to satisfy (a little) KM's vision...

Back in high school when I was still playing "serious' hockey and in far better shape than I am now. Three of us went to a local mens clothing store to get fitted for tuxedo's for the prom.

We were served by a gentleman who was an absolutely stereotypical "queen" right down to the lisp. While he was measuring us he came out with the comment "You fellows all play hockey don't you? (like the red "Team Jackets we walked in wearing weren't a give away) We of course responded "Yes, why" to which he replied (sounding very much like Rip Torn or Charles Emerson Riley) "Because the three of you are just all butts and shoulders *titter titter titter*"

I was never before or since so worried about having my inseam measured.
 
LMFAO Truly! I can picture it. Oh my! What a scene!

(sorry, it's the addiction, you know. can't leave)
 
I love hockey!!

We had season tickets for years. On the beginning of the corner (we could still see down the ice to the other corner) about 5-6 row up. Great seats.

April, you might want to consider what you're going to wear. Sitting that close to the ice gets pretty cold (at least to me). So you can decide how much (or how little ;) ) you'll want to wear.
 
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Expertise said:
Back in high school when I was still playing "serious' hockey and in far better shape than I am now. Three of us went to a local mens clothing store to get fitted for tuxedo's for the prom.

We were served by a gentleman who was an absolutely stereotypical "queen" right down to the lisp. While he was measuring us he came out with the comment "You fellows all play hockey don't you? (like the red "Team Jackets we walked in wearing weren't a give away) We of course responded "Yes, why" to which he replied (sounding very much like Rip Torn or Charles Emerson Riley) "Because the three of you are just all butts and shoulders *titter titter titter*"

I was never before or since so worried about having my inseam measured.

all butts and shoulders... ooohhh myyyyy ooohh my oh my oh myyyy

I'm gonna have hockey playing Expertise flavored dreams tonight, I have a feeling.
 
Expertise do you still play. In a industrial league or anything?
 
Hey coach

I coached Bantam "A" and played Senior "C" last year. This year I think i'm just going to coach, play a little late night hack hockey and watch more of my half brothers games. He's playing Midget "AAA" ,underage, and has more talent then I ever thought of having.
 
We're pigs really

Yep.

We spit, blow our nose with our hands and have a beverage or two when its all over.

Actually if you have any questions feel free to ask
 
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[/B][/QUOTE]You act like this is only in hockey! I thought every guy did this! [/B][/QUOTE]

I think its a hormonal thing!
You fight five guys to make to the end of the rink. You blow the puck past the goalie. pissing him off, now you have the whole other team pissed at you. all your buddies on your side are cheering you. tetestorone gotta have it crave it. ou..ou..ou ya its the hormones :D
 
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I dunno'....

Hockey has never really held any sexual connotations for me. Except in high school where you got laid because you played.

Its just a release for me. I am kinda' intense when I play. maybe a little too much so on occasion. Its like everything stressing is gone and your tactile and basic senses are extremely elevated.....

Hearing is elevated to a point where you can clearly understand your goalie from 200 ft away but you don't hear the crowd at all.

Sight and foresight is intense everything is brighter and sharper and your periferal vision almost allows you to see behind you. You see things develop even before they happen even in an environment that could not possibly be more fluid.

Touch.. you can feel the lightest touch of the puck on your blade as if it were fingertips on your palm even though you have layers of leather and kevlar over them and the puck rests 5 and a half feet of carbon fibre, aluminum or wood away. Yet the guy who just crushed you into the boards to the point where you felt your chest compress didn't hurt a bit.

Smell the stench of stale sweat and poorly dried gear is like a perfume.The guy next to you somehow doesn't notice it either.

Taste becomes huge, water out of a plastic bottle tastes finer than anything after you've just come off from 45 to 90 seconds of lung searing quadricep burning anaerobic and aerobic exertion that few sports can match. The air doesn't seem cold but it does have a taste that you appreciate almost like ozone from electricity.

I lose myself in the game satisfying basic instincts like aggression, competition and survival to the point where I really don't think of sex or anything else. That is one of the reasons I love it so.
 
Read it all before you become irate

Basketball while a great sport (a sport at which I suck out loud BTW) should never ever be compared to hockey.

*This would be my blatant canadian bias coming out*

We used to make fun of male basketball players because we considered them not tough enough to play hockey. And we made fun of female basketball players because they were lesbians, dorky or dating male basketball players. Ahh the ignorance of youth.
 
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