Well, let me amend that. maybe thirty years ago I could wobble around without falling. And fifteen years ago I got good enough at rollerblading to annoy dozens of motorists by zooming along in the shoulder. Top that off with my only concentrated hockey playing being in the street when I was a kid and you might be well within your rights to ask, 'Why are you doing this?'
Well, why not? The league is 'no experience necessary,' so I imagine it'll be a lot like those games you see in between periods at arenas where they drop the puck and all the little kids fall over. So what? It'll be fun. I had to give up rugby due to time constraints and while I would love love LOVE to go back to martial arts that's not feasible just yet, so this . . . why not? I roped in two
Because why not?
writing: 504 words. Tough slog, as I really wanted to be editing someone else's work. Is it sick that I really, really enjoy doing heavy/developmental copyediting? THEN I"M A SICK MOFO.
Drop the puck, baby. Time to go.