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the friendly hockey league. There is a new player at Sunday night hockey. She is from "Ta-ronno" and when the door to the ice won't open, she yells for her teammates to help her: "I can't get OAT!" :~: Coach went to a positive thinking seminar in Seattle and came back smiling, pledging a new era of coaching-technique in this the Sunday night FHL. The Friendly Hockey League, started as a light-hearted joke, was the brainchild of several less experienced members (amongst them the author) of the black and red teams, who often received the brunt of Coach's "lectures". Coach may (have) yell(ed) at us, but we still support each other and make sure all is well when someone takes a spill. :~: Tonight, my skates made a pleasing spray of snow as I came to a stop after a sprint drill. It is the little things like this--and not coming in first during the drill (for the first time)--that mark my progress. |
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