Considering hockey socks, even for someone as height-retarded as I am, are pretty damn big you wouldn't think it could slip in so easily to a load of normal laundry.
(Oh yeah, a Monday post at its best!)
What would I be doing with a hockey sock you ask?
/Innocent yet shifty eyes
I reclaimed my gear from little brother's house last night after stealing his cable for a few hours to watch the USA whomp the Canadian men's team in a friendly game of hockey. (I also spent an hour making disapproving looks at Marty Brodeur for some OMG plays that helped us win - then my patriotic side caught up and cheered loudly.)
Going through my gear (after the unfortunate 7 year neglect showered on my favorite things in the world) I noticed a few things.
1.) A Complete lack of mold! (I was very excited and really still kinda am.)
2.) My socks were still on my garter belt. (...)
3.) My blocker has not magically repaired itself while it was off in vacation land. (Lazy blocker)
4.) The nuances of my equipment are still as familiar as they were when I was 19 cause everything I remember being tricky is still tricky. (Point - remember to buy a new screw driver for the giant hockey bag.)
5.) There is some stuff missing. (Yeah this caught me a bit surprised but I have eyes and ears all over the place and honestly Dad probably knows where my helmet is, he has this uncanny knack for finding lost stuff. Saint Anthony of Padua, pay attention and learn. As for my skates they live in a bookcase in my closet and the giant sticks are probably down at the Lake house.)
I am running high on adrenaline and I haven't stepped onto the ice yet! It won't be like it used to be, squid on ice is most likely retired and all Little Bro will get is lazy butterfly goalie but still this is freaking awesome!
{Remember when you were a kid and you would stay up way past midnight playing your favorite game or wearing your favorite sneakers or whatever kids do? Yeah, that's where I am right now.}
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