Post-Loss Part 1

Oy vey, this was a long day (ignore the rhyme). Between the merciless stomach pains I've been having for 48 hours and the disappointing crushing defeat my hockey team suffered last night in our last game, this day seemed to go on for months. Every little thing annoys me today, every little sound hurts my head and everyone moving and talking is making me angry. This isn't a good sign. I'm turning back into angry-Kristyn. I thought that I had gotten at least a little softer since last year when I was a little on the dark-and-twisty side. Still, it was a rough day.

It got off to a bad start when my iPod decided to do the usual 'freeze-up-and-drop-down-three-battery-bars-in-three-seconds'. That pisses me off to no end. Seriously? Why do the silver nanos do that? With my iPod already on the 'red-danger-zone-low-battery-mode', I headed to hell...err...school. My first class is algebra and I don't understand a word of what my teacher is saying. I just cannot focus in that class. Whenever she starts explaining a concept, my mind zones out and goes to my hockey fantasy (now, before my smartmouth friends make some mean jokes at me due to the fact that 'hockey' and 'fantasy' were used in the same sentence there, let me explain)

My hockey fantasy is an actual sports-based idea. Here it is:

I am sitting on the bench because my shift isn't out yet. Both teams are swarming the net of the opposing goalie. The puck gets loose and everyone rushes to the other net. One of my teammates gets checked and struggles to his feet near the opposing goalie. He gets up and comes to the bench where I hop on the ice to take his place. Suddenly, the puck is cleared on a long pass where it makes contact with my stick. I have a huge opportunity. I break away, charging the net. I fake a forehand and the goalie, clearly confused that I had the puck, jumps forward for the poke check. I manage to deke the puck around him, giving me the whole net to shoot at. I backhand the puck as hard as I can and it sails into the net; top-left corner. The bench erupts.

That is my hockey fantasy. It is much better than math class.

Then, there's gym class. I kind of like gym only because my new-found crush is in the same gym period as me. Yes, I like this new kid. I decided I had to like someone and he was the perfect canidate. He's got a BOY haircut. He wears his pants actually on his waist. He wears clothes with sports logos on it. He's kind of a jackass but I think he's pretty cute. He plays on my hockey team. I call him 'goalie', for obvious reasons. I also never use his name because there is one player on my hockey team, let's call him Charlie, is a half-friend; sometimes nice, sometimes not. I do not wish for him and his big-Charlie-mouth to tell the entire hockey team who I'm crushing on. So aside from the fact that I saw Goalie once in the hallway (yesterday, I think) and my face turned the color of a cherry, I think I'll be okay.

I've been kind of angry today because last night at our last game, before the game ended with us losing horribly, there was an incident. See, the play had stopped. The referee had blown his whistle and we were going to a face off when all of a sudden, some jagoff on the other team came by and elbowed one of the girl players on my team, let's call her Leah, in the neck/face mask. Leah, a badass senior who is a very talented skater and hockey player, was unhappy with that. After screaming some things I'm censoring for this blog, she punched him in the helmet and went to tackle him. It took a referee and two players to restrain Leah who headed to the penalty box where she served a coincidental and threw her gloves, stick and helmet at the glass.

What makes me really, really mad was what happened off the ice. Apparently, one of the adults (I'm assuming the father of the jagoff who hit Leah) was in the mood to mouth of. This man decided to yell to the ice: "KICK HER OUT OF THE GAME! THIS IS WHY CHICKS SHOULDN'T PLAY THE SPORT!!!"

Grrr. Nothing makes me angrier. There is a girl who plays hockey for one of our sister-schools is so much better than every guy I've ever seen play. I mean, this girl looks like she should be on the Flyers. I've never seen someone skate like her. Even the 3 other girls on my team are good! Why are people so damn stupid that they don't understand that just because we're girls doesn't mean we can't play hockey. Who cares if it's a male dominated sport? If we lived in Vancouver, there'd be 6 girl leauges just for our township. But now, I have to live in this gay part of the world where hockey is underrated and squashed by football and soccer and girls are frowned upon for lacing up their skates and stepping foot in a face off circle. I just hate people in general right now.

Plus Sam just called me and told me that she apparently did something that I am going to get mad at her for. Awesome.