Ice Hockey

Now I'm no stranger to hockey. I went to a British all-girls school and played field hockey a couple of times a week. I even got a merit note for my lunge tackle (I was really aiming for Sally's ankles but accidentally got the ball... and a merit note). But last night I went to watch a little ice hockey in Fayetteville, NC. We made it a full one and a half minutes into the game before the first full-on, helmets-and-gloves-off fist fight on the ice.

Seriously? How does someone piss someone else off enough in a minute and a half to warrant a fight? 30 minutes of blocking and tripping? Sure. But a minute and a half?

I suggested to my husband that it was like wrestling -- a little theatrical display to thrill the masses -- but he assures me not. Hmmmm.

Anyway, the Mississippi Surge was a far superior team, both in ability and looks, so obviously the better team won.

Score: Fireantz - 2, Surge - 5 (and a couple of teeth).