Last Saturday my sister invited me to a Dallas Stars hockey game. Great seats, an entertaining game and a row of knuckle heads behind us. They were, apparently, a couple of newly minted couples, who were much more interested in advancing their relationships than watching hockey. I'll confess to some major irritation at having to hear them, especially after they had repaired to the bar. When they returned their vocal volume was stuck on drunk.
At one point one guy was describing his high school athletic accomplishments and promised that he could "totally" teach one of the girls how to play soccer or ice hockey or roller hockey or any sport that's "fast paced and has a lot of speed, because I really love speed". Her response? "We should totally do that! For real! I would LOVE to be a soccer player!" I've just hit the high points here ... the entire conversation took a good portion of the third period.
At that point a Dad saying popped into my head:
You're just talking to hear your head rattle.
I think their communication would have been more efficient, and less head rattling if it had gone like this:
Guy: I'd really like to get in your pants.
Girl: Hmm. Well. How much time, attention and/or money is it worth to you?
Guy: Well somewhere between changing my oil and repainting the living room.
Girl: Gee. Well, I was thinking more like buying a car or remodeling the kitchen.
Guy: That doesn't work for me. Know anyone who needs their oil changed?
Girl: Sorry, no. Maybe you should try the baseball game.
10.20.2008
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It was the fourth period. The Stars were behind 5-3 but were coming back. They scored; then a bit later they scored again; but that goal was disallowed. I had glanced at the people behind us. One had a jersey with Hernandez emblazoned on it. At one time I would have sworn one of 'em talked about a wife and young kid who weren't with 'em. Didn't he deserve an afternoon out? I was pissed. "You were scooting forward in your seat, weren't you?" Dexter noted. Next time I'm telling 'em to shut up! Yeah, next time . . .
ReplyDeleteJen, there's only three periods in hockey ;)
ReplyDeleteYou are so right! It seemed like four. I'm just old and addled.
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