shutup about hockey already
As soon as you look at the latest update on the images page. Then I’ll start talking about horses and you’ll wish you never asked. Aside from the need to stop snowplowing and being hunchy all the time, I also need to “cut my stick way dAWN,” says our resident Canadian coach. “Get rid of that big knob too,” he instructed, pointing at my stick. I was horrified. “No!” I said. “Why do you need that?” he asked. One of my teammates backed me up. “It helps to keep me from losing my stick,” she said, demonstrating how she could push her hand up against the knob. “It’s just going to get in the way,” he said. I clutched my sticks next to my chest, as if he was going to steal them and saw the ends off on the spot while I beat him on the back with my fists. He proceeded to give me about twenty-five other pointers addressing problems with my position before hopping into his SUV with his woman (who also plays on our team) and driving off. I threw my (too long) sticks into my car and drove back to the hotel alone. Everyone on my team has their own personal Canadian these days. No wonder I need help. What happened to mine?
