It’s a good thing that you need to wear a jock for hockey. Goodness knows that I’ve taken more than my share of kicks to that area lately.
Most of my hits to the jock have had nothing to do with the actual game, or playing it. But for whatever reason, they have all been indirect bodychecks that still managed to land squarely below the belt. Or, at least that’s how it felt.
I’ve given alot to the game and the people around me over the last 9 years. Much, much more than my share actually. I’ve never asked for anything in return, that was never why I volunteered anyway.
But the sum return on the investment in the game in a time of need? Zero. Less than that actually, because one or two good shots to the groin were thrown in, for good measure.
Nice.
Such is life and the world keeps turning. We move on.......or skate past the pylon, as it were.
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