Hockey...

Hockey hockey hockey hockey. Played in my first tourney; we lost every game. By a lot. And drank a lot in the locker room and laughed our asses off. I loved that. I am getting better but still so terribly bad.

And watching Olympic hockey.

And thinking about what I like about it. Hockey has made me so happy in the last few years, watching and then doing. Something so pure and rough and simple about it. And there's a lot of generosity to be had, in-between the chippiness and ego. Chivalry is not dead, at least not in the Whitehorse women's hockey league.