CALL ME SNAKE

Two days ago, I wrote about getting hit in the face with a hockey stick. But yesterday I got beat up even worse–by fellow bloggers who thought I was an idiot for playing pickup hockey without a helmet and a crybaby for whining about it afterwards when I took the shot in the face. “There’s no crying in hockey,” someone wrote. (I like that line.)

“Was the writer expecting the other players to take extra care when he’s around with no helmet? (Maybe next time he could hang a baby on board sign around his neck to make this more clear to everyone),” someone else chimed in. (I have to admit, the “baby on board” line was pretty darn good.)

Several others contributed to the pummeling and maybe I deserved it. I certainly do think that it is advisable to wear a helmet when playing hockey although, as I explained, I’d just gone skating with my family and hadn’t planned on playing hockey, which is why I was ill-equipped (not that I own the equipment anyway). Maybe my biggest crime was writing a crybaby post. But the way I feel about that is that if you can’t whine in your own blog, where can you?