I sit in plenty of hockey arenas during practices and games. One of the arenas in Our City has a walking track, which I enjoy walking on. In other arenas I crochet. Most die-hard hockey fans would probably not associate crocheting with hockey, but I am an exception.
Over the past year I have carried green, brown or cream yarn and a crochet hook everywhere. Sometimes it is more enjoyable to chat with the other hockey parents so at those times I don't grab the craft to work on. Othertimes I feel quiet and reflective and will crochet many rows. It is a form of therapy for me.
I decided to make crocheted squares and decide at a later date what to do with them! Somewhat risky for a novice crocheter but my hands needed to be kept busy. One by one those squares were completed. In the miracle category, they all ended up fairly even, square and the same size!
Over the hockey season I did get plenty of wrinkled-eyebrow-looks as I was the only one doing needlework in a hockey arena. Hey, it was keeping me from the concession stand and it relaxes me.
Okay...now the truth comes out. I get a little excited at hockey games.
I heard that! Those of you that know me are laughing and saying "a little" excited!
Hockey is an awesome game. When Kidlet Two was about 11 years old, his team offered to have a parent-against-son hockey game and I was so "in" on that! There was no consideration on my part that I hadn't skated in years and had no hockey protective equipment but I was going to do this! It wasn't pretty. Most of my time on the ice was spent trying to balance myself, hang onto that stick and anytime the puck came my way, my "swing" at the puck usually missed. The ending play for me was the 100-mile-per-hour puck that hit my shin. It has been several years since that game but memories are flooding my head (and my shin) right now of the pain.
Last Christmas I got cocky and decided I should try this hockey thing again. On the outdoor rink in my parent's town, Husband and Kidlet Three and I went skating. And then we decided to pass the puck back and forth with each other. You know I am pretty good at multi-tasking in my home and at work. It is not uncommon for me to have four or five things going at the same time and all is in control. On the ice, however, there is no multitasking for me. There is one thing that I can do and that is concentrate on not falling on my bum. But I had to take the challenge of playing hockey with my guys. I didn't fall but that is only because I was praying so hard. I'm not sure on many hockey rinks you will hear a player saying repeatedly "oh God help me" but that was my mantra.
Bottom line: hockey is not for wimps. Being able to stand, hold a stick and then skate takes talent! Then add the fact you have to skate forward, backward, sideways holding the stick and controlling a puck all while some annoying other person (the opponent) is there trying to take the puck away. As much as I would love to be a hockey player myself, I can't do it!
If you were to watch me during any of Kidlet Two and Three's hockey games, I'd be the mom whose feet are moving (under my warming blanket) as I guess I'm pretending to skate, and my arms may flinch as I was pretending to hit a puck with my pretend hockey stick. My body would move to the right and left as I was ducking away from the opponent. I may even lean into the person next to me pretending I was skating next to the boards and I'm feeling squeezed.
Hello, my name is So Amazed and I have a problem with passion for hockey...
I need some form of therapy to contain this passion so I crochet. Whew...that confession feels good.
Anyone want to go to a hockey game this winter? Give me a call! My crocheting bag and I will pick you up!