Hockey Fighting
December 24th 2007 18:55
Growing up in the icy fields of the Canadian North, you'd think that I'd be a fantastic skater.
Not true, actually. I barely learned how to stay upright on skates, letting the bracing prairie wind propel me across the ice-rink, while the other Canadian kids twirled around me like autumn leaves whipping past the base of a creaking oak tree.
Perhaps the reason I was never good at skating is that it requires a great deal of fitness, especially playing hockey, which is like rugby on skates, and with sticks.
In fact, Canadian kids are great at hockey since they're so fit, whereas I'm more the type of guy to be here, writing this article, about why I'm no good at hockey.
Ice Hockey is exhausting, with all the sprinting, the checking, the defense and the fighting. Oh, the fighting.
Oh, you don't think fighting is exhausting? You'd rather stick to yoga? Tell me this isn't both savage and graceful:
(found on Pajiba!)
Not true, actually. I barely learned how to stay upright on skates, letting the bracing prairie wind propel me across the ice-rink, while the other Canadian kids twirled around me like autumn leaves whipping past the base of a creaking oak tree.
Perhaps the reason I was never good at skating is that it requires a great deal of fitness, especially playing hockey, which is like rugby on skates, and with sticks.
In fact, Canadian kids are great at hockey since they're so fit, whereas I'm more the type of guy to be here, writing this article, about why I'm no good at hockey.
Ice Hockey is exhausting, with all the sprinting, the checking, the defense and the fighting. Oh, the fighting.
Oh, you don't think fighting is exhausting? You'd rather stick to yoga? Tell me this isn't both savage and graceful:
(found on Pajiba!)
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