MIT.

The sports complex is one of the nicest facilities I've ever been in. And the MIT ice? Hands down, the best ice.

Pickup there was pretty much the same as pickup anywhere. With some key differences: in Boston, apparently high level hockey includes women.

The two women who were there skated all over me, along with everyone else. Paul assured me my skating was strong, but I knew the skills were just barely getting me by: it was a small group of very high level players, who had no compunctions about running all over me, which was fine.

It's not physical. Fast, ruthless, but this was a very hands-off game, and it wasn't just because there were girls there. People stayed more or less off each other, except in front of the crease or now and then riding someone off the puck.

People were friendly, not effusive. About the norm.

I had a fucking great time.

When I got home, I was so tired I could barely get my bag up the steps. Finding games happened just in the nick of time, apparently.

Phew.

This? This is my happy face.


**

So I walked past the TV, which Gavin happened to leave on, and caught three minutes of the most surreal thing I've ever seen in my life.

Mr. Rogers, interviewing Lou Ferrigno.

Lou was wearing very little to... well, it *looked* like nothing.

They were in a trailer.

Mr. McFeeley was there with a videocamera.

I swear to fucking God I am not making this up.


**
- posted by Kate @ 9:44 AM