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April 30, 2009 / Thursday
Edible Pucks
After a frantic moment of "Where are my gloves? Can I borrow yours? Oh look, there's a pair in my backpack. Why don't these fit? Oh, wrong hands. Hey look, I found my gloves!" I got on the ice in time for my shift. It was a short rink and we were playing 2-on-2. The other team got the puck, our D was nowhere to be found, our goalie came way too far out of the net, and they scored.
Or so they thought. When I looked in our net, I found a giant yellow Smartie, about the size of an Alka-Seltzer. There was a purple one in there with it.
"That wasn't the puck," I said to the ref.
"Well then, where's the puck?"
I skated to the other end of the rink and looked under the door. I saw a puck just under it, on the other side.
"I think it's under the door."
The refs went to check and I went back to the locker room bench to tell my teammates that the other team didn't really score.
When I arrived at the door, there was a bit of confusion. The puck had turned out to be a potato, which they discovered when they mashed it.
"How do we know this was the puck?" the refs asked.
"Feel it. Is it cold?"
No one could tell, and since we couldn't figure out what to do about the giant Smartie non-puck goal, we decided to rewind the game by adding five minutes to the clock. Yay, more ice time!
Comments
This was, like, a dream you had, right?
Maybe while you were on acid, right?
It's okay, you can confide in us....
Posted by: gs at April 30, 2009 09:52 AM
omg, too funny, Vivo! much better than a dream about work!
hrmmm, hockey with Smarties and potatoes...mmmmm, hockey!
Posted by: cheddah at April 30, 2009 10:07 AM
I always KNEW hockey in California was a weird idea.
Posted by: megan at April 30, 2009 07:12 PM