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November 4, 2012Posted by on
Thanks to a friend, I had three tickets for the Stockton Thunder hockey game last night. The Thunder are a minor league hockey team playing their season even though the NHL is on strike. After spending the day refereeing soccer and then watching my youngest play his game at 4:30, I wasn’t entirely thrilled with making the 45 minute drive to Stockton for a 7:30 game. I’m glad I did.
Took the Pr incely Midgetsand had a good time with them, although it started with this. As soon as we got in my car, my oldest who usually has his phone in permanent text mode, but who didn’t last night because his girlfriend is backpacking in the mountains and doesn’t have cell service wherever she is, pulled his ITouch out and started to play a game on it. He knows that when I have them with me for events like this I want to actually be with them and not just be a side show to his technology. As soon as he pulled his ITouch out, I told him to put it away. He didn’t. I told him he could put it away or not go. He kept playing with it. Before we left the neighborhood I turned around and went back home. Pulled up in front of our house and said, “It’s your choice. Either you go or you don’t.” He smirked at the ridiculousness of my demand and did nothing. “Decide now. Put it away or get out of the car.” He put it away.
We had a good time after that. The Thunder were having a promotion last night to raise funds and awareness for cancer, focusing primarily on breast cancer. The ice was pink, there were 8,000 fans for a game that usually only draws half that number. The Stockton players had pink on their uniforms. There was pink everywhere.
The kiddos enjoyed it. There were even a couple of small fights to thrill them. Not being huge hockey fans, we benefitted from a kind woman who sat next to us, educating us about the rules of hockey. I finally know what offsides is in hockey and how it differs from offsides in soccer. I know a little bit more about face-offs and why they boot people out of them.
The fast pace of the game makes it a fun game to watch. What I liked most, however, were the sounds. In baseball, you have the crack of the bat and the pop of a fastball hitting the catcher’s glove. In hockey, there’s the loud ‘whack’ of the puck hitting a stick on well-placed passes, the swoosh of skaters stopping and changing course, and, of course, the shudder of the walls when somebody is slammed into the boards.
It was a fun night.
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On to the election … I’ve stopped posting daily about this because there isn’t much more to say. It’s Sunday morning as I write this. Two days before the election. Less than 72 hours from now we’ll have a winner (barring an electoral college tie, of course, which remains a remote possibility). It’s clear who I support this year and that support is just as strong as it was four years ago. Barack Obama is an adult amidst political children. He exudes a calm confidence and works towards not what will get him a win today, but will achieve long-term objectives. He has always been about the long game — keeping his eye on the prize of what he can accomplish over the long-term and not what he can do just for political expediency. On so many issues, uninterested in short-term gain, he has taken risks to achieve what he believe would achieve the best long-term consequences, frequently against the counsel of his own advisors. I firmly believe that if we are fortunate enough to have Barack Obama re-elected, years from now he will be considered one of our finest Presidents.
On the other hand, I shudder to imagine what a Romney Presidency would lead to. If he were to accomplish half of the things he has promised, that he has claimed he believes are the right approach (although as I’ve written, it’s impossible to really know what he actually believes), we will continue further down the fiscal and foreign policy slide we have been on since GWB took office.
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It’s day four of NaNo. Which means I should be at about 6,500 words. I’m at about 2,200, all on The Irrepairable Past. Yes, woefully behind. This is the problem with me achieving a real NaNo goal. There is too much life in my life. Yesterday, I was basically out of the house from 8:00 in the morning until 11:00 at night, with only two hours in the middle of the afternoon. My Saturday nap is far too important to sacrifice it to the demands of NaNo. 😉
It’s Sunday. I have nothing except for laundry to do today. Let’s see if I can do what I haven’t done for a number of years now. Churn out a few thousand words in one day. If I get bogged down on Option #1, I have a list of 40 words to propel me forward on Deviation. Oh, and there’s this blogger out there who posted about a woman in New Orleans who sits on the street with her manual typewriter and offers to write Abrupt Erotica for a fee. The blogger challenged her readers to offer 55 words of Abrupt Erotica. So, I did, and well, I started something with that and I need to finish it now … otherwise, it would be somewhat interruptus, if you know what I mean.
I wonder if the 900+ words of this post should count towards NaNo.