I’ve been thinking about hockey.
Not because the Sharks are winning.
Because The Swede and his goalie-daughter are big fans of hockey.
I have never played hockey.
The closest I’ve ever come to playing hockey was singing Christmas carols with the Boston Pops orchestra on the ice during the 1995 holiday season.
I do have skills, however.
I can ice skate.
Not well, but much better than I ski or snowboard.
All those sports which decrease the amount of friction I have with the ground, thereby increasing the chances I have of getting hurt, I tend to avoid.
The last time I snowboarded, I broke my tailbone.
I had to drive all the way home from Reno in a minivan with two little boys and my mom while perched precariously on one butt cheek then the other, desperate not to laugh or sneeze.
It’s been even longer since I ice skated.
My sister took me up to Squaw Valley over a decade ago and we skated around their ice rink a bit.
At first I was very wobbly and had to hold on to the railing.
Eventually, I got the hang of it and I could skate without assistance.
But I was by no means proficient at it.
I could get on the ice and take slap shots at the goal and NOT FALL DOWN.
So then it goes without saying that when The Swede posts pictures and videos of his daughter DOING HER THING on the ice, I am of course BLOWN AWAY.
She makes me wish I was more athletically inclined.
Not just an athletic supporter.