This was the reaction my daughter got recently from a bunch of her girlfriends when she chipped in with her version of her most embarrassing moment ever. Not sure sure of the venue where this collective of young female wisdom dished up such stories but my daughter assured me her’s got as strong a reaction as any.
So…what does this have to do with the hockey you ask? Well, as it turns out, this most embarrassing movement took place when my daughter and a neigbourhood friend recently attended the hockey game of this friend’s mother.
For some reason I cannot remember, these two young ladies needed to visit the dressing room of the ladies team. As my daughter describes it, they went down the long hall containing all the dressing room doors to the one where the friend’s mother’s team was preparing for battle. My daughter was sure the correct dressing room was the one with the red key in the door and her compadre was sure it was a different one.
The latter door was the one they chose to open and things headed south quite quickly at that point. If you’ve ever been inside the dressing room at any hockey rink, and given that this particular blog is written by one who writes as an old-timer, my guess is that you’re already forming a visual of how this post-game interview went down. This was not the standard Daniel-Alfredson-on-the-bike-in-his-under-armour. Nope, this went down way less pretty than that.
Not sure if there is any clearer way to describe the scene than this: Old Ugly Naked Guys.
My daughter claims her and her buddy screeched and quickly tried to shield their eyes from damage, as one might in the event of a solar flare or thermo-nuclear detonation. And to be fair to the Old Ugly Naked Guys, they too reacted – one apparently yelled “Whoa!” in a half scared, half threatened, half violated, half surprised sort of tone.
The girls predictably ran like scared rabbits. Off to the other room. It was made more horrible by the fact that this happened before the friend’s mother’s game even began. The young ladies actually sat through that game on the bench of the mother’s team. There is security in closeness to loved ones to be sure and this situation called for all of that. They literally kept their heads down in the arena until they went home for fear of seeing one of the aforementioned Old Ugly Naked Guys.
I’m sure the old boys weren’t quite as scarred for life by the experience. There were likely one or two who got nailed with more ridicule than some of the others. No doubt the ones with the least equipment on, the ones with the longest history of female problems, etc. etc.
The old hockey adage “keep your stick on the ice” can be used to sum up the moral of most hockey stories. However, I’m not sure it applies here.