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awkwardly half running, half falling over ourselves, we slip and slide across the ice towards a half deflated kick ball, hacking at ice, arms, legs, etc. with partially mangled brooms (which once served practical uses in our parents' homes before they were co-opted for the devil's work). upon reaching the ball, you hack wildly (along with two other people) sending the ball off in unpredicable directions, and the game begins again... but not before you realize that while your feet have stopped moving, you have not, sliding across the ice at an uncomfortable speed, tripping over the goal post, and raking your body across the ice as you slide into the boards face first. you roll over, look up at the moon as a cloud of steam rises above you, examine two torn up forearms, and pull yourself up (slipping and falling twice on the way up, and chuckling all the while). And then the game begins again.
it's a bit sore this morning, but so worth it. such is broomball - a brand of minnesotan craziness that's a lot like hockey... except without the skates, the pads, and a substitution of the whole bourgeois stick-puck thing with the much more thematically-pleasing mangled broom and half-deflated kickball combination.
but this entry isn't just about manly chest-pounding blood sports and run on sentances. in order to balance out my chi, i spent the other half of my new year's evening attending a screening of that new julia roberts flick 'mona lisa smile' with my parents, and then 'edward scissorhands.' i fought back the tears during both - albeit for very different reasons (i'll put it this way: 'scissorhands' is one of my favorite films of all time, and... well... the other one..).
hope everyone is doing well.. i'll try and put up a real update one of these days.. maybe. happy new year!
it's a bit sore this morning, but so worth it. such is broomball - a brand of minnesotan craziness that's a lot like hockey... except without the skates, the pads, and a substitution of the whole bourgeois stick-puck thing with the much more thematically-pleasing mangled broom and half-deflated kickball combination.
but this entry isn't just about manly chest-pounding blood sports and run on sentances. in order to balance out my chi, i spent the other half of my new year's evening attending a screening of that new julia roberts flick 'mona lisa smile' with my parents, and then 'edward scissorhands.' i fought back the tears during both - albeit for very different reasons (i'll put it this way: 'scissorhands' is one of my favorite films of all time, and... well... the other one..).
hope everyone is doing well.. i'll try and put up a real update one of these days.. maybe. happy new year!