Breakfast Club: Week Ten with Laura
Nothing like having your brain partially engaged. Yesterday it took me three tries to make a pot of coffee. If there was a prize for creative misuses of coffee beans and filters, yesterday was a gold medal performance (even the Bulgarian judge would have voted a nine). So showing up half-way through this morning’s session was just continuing my run. Kirk, on the other hand, was time-compressed and used my mid-practice arrival as his cue to bolt. Probably for something far less fun than hockey because he looked anxious as opposed to excited as he handed off Scottie O to my care.
Poor Scott. It’s tough when the front office trades a player without asking if you’d want that person as your line mate. Scott was gallant about the whole affair. Bless him but my coffee-flubbing psyche was still somewhere other than where it should have been. Thank goodness, Scott Wolter and Lyle Phair had toques for us as fabulous parting gifts – keep that skull warm and maybe something will regenerate between the ears, eh Laura?
Enough about me.
Today’s multi-station transitions and passing the tight puck control tag teaming was a great challenge, physically and mentally. Talk about needing to put it all together. The biggie? Looking. Looking and seeing and making that eye contact. None of the technique matters if you’re dancing with yourself. Hockey is a team sport. There’s no “I” in team, right? Same for the 2-on-0 round robins. It’s easy to try to score all by your lonesome. But require at least two passes and now we’re talking pacing your speed and adjusting up or down depending on your partner. Crash the new or hang high? Where do you want me, Scott? Don’t guess woman, take a look and see what his eyes are saying! When it all comes together, it’s a beautiful thing. And, no, bad hockey is not better than no hockey at all. You knew that, you didn’t need me to remind you. Um, yeah.
Who’s going to the Joe? Hopefully, me! That’s the plan. Think about it: how often would I get a chance to go in a real NHL locker room without a security guard hot on my tail? But, hey, seeing as I *am* one half of the BC blogging staff, maybe I can finagle me some press credentials and then barge in after the game with my laptop flying? Hmm, I never pondered the possibility until just now …
Either way, regardless of whether you see me lurking in the corridors of JLA tomorrow. I’m back for the January – March session. Bring a friend, why don’t you?
Poor Scott. It’s tough when the front office trades a player without asking if you’d want that person as your line mate. Scott was gallant about the whole affair. Bless him but my coffee-flubbing psyche was still somewhere other than where it should have been. Thank goodness, Scott Wolter and Lyle Phair had toques for us as fabulous parting gifts – keep that skull warm and maybe something will regenerate between the ears, eh Laura?
Enough about me.
Today’s multi-station transitions and passing the tight puck control tag teaming was a great challenge, physically and mentally. Talk about needing to put it all together. The biggie? Looking. Looking and seeing and making that eye contact. None of the technique matters if you’re dancing with yourself. Hockey is a team sport. There’s no “I” in team, right? Same for the 2-on-0 round robins. It’s easy to try to score all by your lonesome. But require at least two passes and now we’re talking pacing your speed and adjusting up or down depending on your partner. Crash the new or hang high? Where do you want me, Scott? Don’t guess woman, take a look and see what his eyes are saying! When it all comes together, it’s a beautiful thing. And, no, bad hockey is not better than no hockey at all. You knew that, you didn’t need me to remind you. Um, yeah.
Who’s going to the Joe? Hopefully, me! That’s the plan. Think about it: how often would I get a chance to go in a real NHL locker room without a security guard hot on my tail? But, hey, seeing as I *am* one half of the BC blogging staff, maybe I can finagle me some press credentials and then barge in after the game with my laptop flying? Hmm, I never pondered the possibility until just now …
Either way, regardless of whether you see me lurking in the corridors of JLA tomorrow. I’m back for the January – March session. Bring a friend, why don’t you?
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