You know, whenever I tell someone I play hockey, their response is always one of a choice of three:
1.) “Hockey? That’s a girl’s game, isn’t it?
2.) “Why? Weren’t you good enough at football or rugby?”
3.) “I used to hate hockey at school. Always cold, on the grass, people hitting your shins. I hated it.”
For some reason, during my younger days, these responses used to wind me up. I’m not sure why, call it the petulance of youth. As I’ve got older, I actually find myself laughing at these and thinking how much these people have missed out. Continue reading
