Sunday, October 5, 2008

Whistles and Warnings

Watched my brother's hockey game today. I like hockey. There's something distinctly manly about it that other sports (specifically soccer) lack. ^^ Even as I say so I keep sitting there crossing my fingers hoping no one will provoke someone else into starting a fight; it somehow ruins that perfect manliness. Hm, and I guess handball is manly too.

Just at the end of the game some idiot dude (my father chose to call him "ADHD-case", but I shall keep that as a quote only to preserve this blog's political correctness...) decided that crosschecking my brother in the back while he held the puck would be a good idea. Then he decided that continuing to crosscheck him sixteen times, moving him forcibly from the area of the goal all the way until my brother fell and hit his head in the rink side was another great idea. I cannot describe the roars of protest from the stands and bench, but even as it was painfully obvious (even the other team's supporters were yelling) it took five minutes of arguing before the guy was shown off the ice. I seldom see my father angry anymore, and I've never seen him, y'know, rightfully angry. I got to see a little glimpse of what would happen if someone purposefully hurt me or my brother for real. That's also manly. My brother, on the other hand, was probably the calmest person in the hall. He didn't get hurt either. Just stood up and went to his spot on the bench from which he watched the ensuing chaos as the judges tried to sort out who to punish, since several of his teammates had decided revenge was on the menu. I must respect that.

Watching hockey on this level, compared to Elitserien or NHL is fun in another way. For one you get to see drop dead serious eighteen-year-olds acting all tough only to stumble over their own feet and go headfirst into the ice, and then remarkably stand up as if nothing happened and continue to chase the puck. You also get to see goalkeepers who, when they think no one's looking, push their own goal out of place to get an end to the other teams offense. And then, after the whistle's blown, take a look over their shoulder and bump it back into place. No one saw that, right? Or when two players collide in a mess of arms and legs and skates, get untangled and skate away, only to discover when they try to play that their sticks mysteriously have changed size... and color.

Gotta love warning tags. I found this text on the back of a children's book from McDonald's (it measures about 25x15 cm): Keep out of reach for children under 36 months since small parts may pose choking hazards. Which part of that made sense?

6 comments:

Kristin said...

Personally I think that it's pretty "manly" for a sixty year old woman to grab a branch and throw herself down a 6 meter cliff because it happens to be the fastest way from point A to point B.

Eva said...

Hockey is manly. No doubt of it.

Handball is not as manly. But since I've practiced it for a coupla years (yeah, I know, Me, Handball? It's a little bit of an WTF-warning on that) I must say it's quite violent as well. I got like insane amounts of bruises and wounds and stuff falling into other people, floors and stuff to hit the goal, a really hard ball in the eye (which hurted alot) and alot of other stuff. The wushu was much more peaceful. Honestly!

(Don't kill me for bad grammar, kill me for late-at-night-posting)

Rik said...

Handball is death! People get hurt all the time, and it's surprising how painful a small round ball can be when it hits you with full force.

Hockey is not as death, but it involves more pushing, hugging and physical contact, which is more manly than pain.

Kristin said...

If you've ever held one it's not very surprising. Those things are heavy and hard as fuck!

Iceye said...

Okay, about Kristin's first post, WTF?

The reason I consider Handball manly (which got surprisingly much attention here O.o) is a) because they don't whine like in, say, soccer and b) because compared to many other physical-contact-team-sports the air around it is extremely fair and non hostile. None of that "smacking your chest and Tarzan-yelling at the other team before the game"-stuff.

Kristin said...

Only in orientering, my friends - only in orientering. And it should be noted that a 20-something man who arrived at the edge at the same time decided to run around it...