Me 'n' Alex, not at the rink, obviously
Went to women’s shinny tonight, minus the women.
Amateur women’s hockey seems to be a bit of a feast or famine situation in Toronto: Tuesday nights at Dufferin Grove is packed tighter than Cherry Bomb during Pride week, whereas the one-hour-at-a-reasonable-time women’s drop-in at the nice little rink down the street from where I live has so few women some Wednesday nights that one has to politely remind the nice boys who try to take over the ice that the schedule posted in the hall does actually justify the testosterone-free minority taking over the rink for an hour until they are allowed back onto the ice to pound each other over the head with sticks and fists.
Although I enjoyed the unhurried ice time this evening, and took the opportunity to practise my cross-overs and puck-handling drills, I missed the camaraderie and quick pace of Tuesday nights at Dufferin Grove Park, where one often gets little ice time, but lots of opportunity to watch and be inspired by players far better oneself (if one sucks at hockey as badly as I do!)
Sigh… if only there were some utopian little game somewhere, where just the right number of women and mix of abilities showed up each week at a rink not too far from home…
In the meantime, I guess I am stuck with intense or reflective, depending on the day of the week and the location of the rink!
Amateur women’s hockey seems to be a bit of a feast or famine situation in Toronto: Tuesday nights at Dufferin Grove is packed tighter than Cherry Bomb during Pride week, whereas the one-hour-at-a-reasonable-time women’s drop-in at the nice little rink down the street from where I live has so few women some Wednesday nights that one has to politely remind the nice boys who try to take over the ice that the schedule posted in the hall does actually justify the testosterone-free minority taking over the rink for an hour until they are allowed back onto the ice to pound each other over the head with sticks and fists.
Although I enjoyed the unhurried ice time this evening, and took the opportunity to practise my cross-overs and puck-handling drills, I missed the camaraderie and quick pace of Tuesday nights at Dufferin Grove Park, where one often gets little ice time, but lots of opportunity to watch and be inspired by players far better oneself (if one sucks at hockey as badly as I do!)
Sigh… if only there were some utopian little game somewhere, where just the right number of women and mix of abilities showed up each week at a rink not too far from home…
In the meantime, I guess I am stuck with intense or reflective, depending on the day of the week and the location of the rink!
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