Here I am at the Ducks game last week. I’m wearing the pink Ducks’ jersey my brother gave me and I’m hugging a Duck. My prediction at the end of last year has come partially true: I’m wearing a big Ducks’ jersey, but it doesn’t say “Ducks Chick” on the back and I didn’t sport a feather boa. So, I haven’t gone completely over to the other side.
Haven’t a clue what I’m talking about? Here’s what I wrote at the end of last season:
Hockey-me vs. Girl-me
I was utterly blissful sitting in our borrowed seats at the Honda Center–The Ramones blaring, Ruby’s tri-tip slider perched on my lap, and oh, yes, my big orange foam finger patiently waiting for the first goal…
Throughout the game I found myself locked in an internal dialog that pitted my new-found hockey me (my
masculine self) against my girl me. Kind of like when you see a little devil on one shoulder of some poor
conflicted soul and then a little angel on the other. Neither of my “me’s” is good or bad, just indifferent
to the other’s point of view.
It went down something like this:
Girl-me: Oh no, that tri-tip must be a gazillion calories.
Hockey-me: Frick! Is that horseradish mayonnaise?
Girl-me: Is anyone going to clean up that blood on the ice? Someone is going to slip and fall…
Hockey-me: Drat! Blood? I missed it, what happened?
Girl-me: That’s it Perry, playing well is your best recourse. Nice shot.
Hockey-me: Make them pay, Perry!
Girl-me: I think I will ask this nice gal in line at the women’s restroom about the rules of the game.
Hockey-me: I think I’ll just react with the crowd–scream insults, look peeved and motion fiercely toward the ref–find out what the deal is later on Adam Brady’s Blog.
Girl-me: Oh, I hope his wife isn’t watching.
Hockey-me: He totally deserved that body check.
Girl-me: I don’t want Ben (our four-year-old son) to ever play hockey.
Hockey-me: I want Ben to be the best hockey player that ever lived!
It was an exhausting night, as you can imagine, with all the quarreling and posturing between the two “me’s.” It’s going to get brutal next season when hockey-me insists on wearing a Ducks’ Jersey with “Ducks’ Chick” sewn onto the back and a bright orange and black feather boa around my neck.
See you next year, Ducks! I still love you! Get some rest, maybe take some time for yourself to reflect. Treat yourself to a massage. (That’s girl me talking, alright.)
Now you’re all caught up!
Thanks ro share this experience, Hockey you!
I haven’t taken a decision, yet. Would I be a Hockey-girl or a Non-Hockey-French-Me ?
I’m afraid Hockey isn’t our specialty! But, once I’ve seen what a trip-tip is, I hesitate too. Would like to taste that.
You and the duck are so cute together. Good thing you didn’t go with the boa…the duck wouldn’t take kindly to seeing feathers around your neck.
By the way, did you ever win over the guy sitting next to you at the games? No, not your husband but the heckler.
SOOOOO funny.
What the hey are you waiting for…they must sell pink boa’s on every corner there. You are totally on the other side it seems. 🙂
Suz
Sounds a lot like me and UFC-fan me.
Ditch the boa idea. I think it would get in the way of all the good ‘man’ food avaiable at the game.
You look really cute in the jersey and all, BUT, I’d be lying to you if I said I wasn’t bummed about you NOT wearing a boa…….
I think it would be cool to wear the boa while rollerskating:)
Hahaha!! Funny!!
Okay, just to be clear, feather boa’s DEFINITELY GO WITH ANY OUTFIT!!! Next time just let me know, I keep a few in reserve!!! (and I played hockey in high school – without the boa of course – but I don’t think I’d stand a chance now)!!!
Don’t let Predo fool you, he TOTALLY had the feather boa on under his jersey. And your hockey side just makes you WELL ROUNDED! It’s like buying a gallon of ice cream and a case of diet coke. It all balances out!
We love our Washington Capitals in DC – husband is going tonight, actually! AND he plays ice hockey, too… so we are quite the hockey family. Glad you are enjoying the sport!
Hey Suz,
Soupy Meg’s husband here; ROCK ON! That sure is a…um…fierce looking Duck. And where can I send you that boa? RUN to the other side!
regards
Curt
Hockey is a SPORT? Oh, crud, I thought it was a felony offense. I guess that’s that last time I get called for jury duty.
This is funny. It must be hard being a girl sometimes. Being a boy is eay.