The pool in our complex is a wonderful respite from a hot day, which is nearly every day here in Jakarta. It’s not heated, but that’s a very good thing when it’s 34 degrees celsius outside.
So…I’m not the most overt hockey fan, but I played on the outdoor rink that my school had when I was a kid in Saskatchewan. I watched the triple and quadruple overtime games when I was a kid. I cheered for the Habs when I was young in a province that didn’t have an NHL team, then cheered for the Canucks when I moved West. Now we’re starting overtime, so I’m going to shut up and watch.
We’ll talk more tomorrow.
Update: Double overtime…ARGH!
Update 2: Yeaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh…wahoooooooooo…yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh…We won! We won! We won!
I’m watching the Montreal Canadiens playing against the Boston Bruins in the1st round of the playoffs while posting this photo. My dad taught me, raised me, to believe that the Canadiens were created by God on the 8th day, after he rested. He needed to rest because creating the greatest hockey team of all time was going to need a renewed energy. Of course, now that I’m an adult and live in British Columbia, now I also cheer for the Vancouver Canucks. The colors of spring were always green for new leaves and pink for flowers.
Now the colors, with the NHL playoffs going well into May, of spring are Red and Blue (the Habs), Blue and Green (Canucks) and the pinks of our local cherry trees.
What color is spring to you?
Ice hockey is the national pastime of my fellow Canadians. A little known ritual after playing hockey is the “airing out of the gear”. The smell that comes off sweaty gear is funkadelic. Nasty. Eye-watering. I’ve been near pig farms with less significant smell. Whoever the driver of that Nissan is, he or she is smart. Air out that junk before the funk gets in the trunk.
When I was in my first year of teaching a decade ago I was idealistic and academic. I taught English to grade eleven and twelve students and was content, maybe arrogant, enough to believe that the only way students would become better humans was through academics. I offered time after class and after-school sessions for exam prep. I inspired students through my passion and enthusiasm for literature, and even let them read books with swear words (because it was relevant and would help them relate) in them. Students loved me and some even began to learn how to read and write better. Some wanted to know what I thought they should read beyond what they were assigned.
One major stumbling block, as I saw it, were organized sports. Rugby, basketball, volleyball, soccer, football, they were all culprits in taking students’ minds off of what was really important – learning. There was nothing to be learned by throwing a ball around or hitting others at full strength and speed. Schools should be places of learning, and the community could work out the sports. And if they couldn’t do it, well, it wasn’t my problem to work out.
Now that I have children, a daughter who’s nine and a son who’s six, and I teach student leadership I realize how short-sighted and naive and ignorant I was ten years ago. Kids love to play. And, shockingly enough, kids learn so much while playing. My kids have learned confidence, patience and teamwork. They’re learning that their dad is a bit slow and out of shape and that they have to play nice with me or I get hurt. I’ve learned that life has to be experienced not just read about. I’ve learned that if our fields and gyms are empty, so our kids will be. And I learned all of this from experience in the field (sorry about the pun).
Pentax K20D; Pentax DA 18-55mm AL II; f9; ISO 100; 1/640 sec.
This is a scrum. In a scrum, a number of very strong guys lock arms, heads, and shoulders and push against each other in order to control which team gets the ball.
I don’t get it either.
It was an entertaining game to watch. It was also disappointing. Our team lost.
Pentax K20D; Sigma 70-210mm; f11; ISO 100; 1/160 sec.