Eventful day. Gavin vomited from 1am-6am, claimed he was ok because he "just ate paper". My new drawing toy arrived, Gavin went to his Easter party at daycare after a healthy morning, then Mike forgot to pick him up for the first time and I had to go after work to get him on the way to the Condors vs. the Steelheads.
Yes, I went to a hockey game, drinking a plastic cup of beer in the middle of a group of mormons and nursing mothers. I sat where my boss told me to sit, then got ousted to another seat by a grumpy old man named "Cowboy" who pretended he didn't believe that my boss had any friends to bring. She shushed him with a burp rag. Marc shrugged when I asked if the scoring was like baseball or volleyball, having been strong-armed into bringing his wife and baby despite not being interested in hockey. Gavin sat on my lap with fries and a burger, asking which ones were the bad guys as the crowd roared and clabbered cowbells.
A fight! Best part. My boss - Heather - hooted as the crowd cheered. "That's Number 55! The one that comes to the library!" she said. "Myspace?" "Yep!" Gloves and helmets flew, the two players were allowed to punch each other for a few moments before their teammates leaned past the watching refs and pulled them apart. The stadium pounded and roared with approval as the opposing team member was sent to the penalty thingie. Gavin laughed. By the end of the night the salty old Cowboy was tickling him and ruffling his hair as they craned their necks up at the remote-controlled blimp that dropped coupons on the crowd. He even pulled a hockey puck from his weathered jeans and gave it to the kiddo.
I've never really liked sports, but it was good feeling to be in the middle of my own group of people - kissing baby knuckles and passing food, having my ponytail tweaked and watching Gavin tussle with my boss's husband. While the boys watched the Zamboni races, Heather handed me a stack of book reviews and we bent over them with highlighters.
The opposing team scored, we lost our free biscuits and gravy promised by the Voice of God, and 4,750 fans streamed out into the balmy night. Gavin admired his puck while we talked about the merits of teamsmanship and violence on the way home.
Next stop is Easter. Looking forward to some Sparkling Beet Cups.
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