Golden Handshake

Getting up at 6am is not normal on a Saturday. I mean, I am sorry if that's your thing... but... it's just all wrong! And then doing the same on a Sunday again... What is wrong with me?

But at least today was worth it. Spent the morning watching and photographing hockey games. My first attempt. Dammit, it's harder than I thought. They move too darn quick and I don't know the game well enough to predict what is going to happen next.

So I guess I need to do it again sometime. I didn't really want to think that, but there you go. I went and did so anyway.

My appreciation of hockey is probably not overly tuned, although I enjoyed spectating. I used to play the game myself when I was in primary school, but not with any skill or dedication. We played with the girls. Yup, I saw football for what it was, even then. In fact we got so much stick from the other, apparently more manly, ten year old boys that they accepted a challenge of a game of hockey - the men against the girls. Needless to say, my rose-tinted memory of the event has us kicking their sorry arses. And without grace or dignity. The truth might be slightly less glorious, it's so long ago...

But today, dignity all around, in victory and defeat.