Kintropy In Action

So Gabriel believes he has found his new sport.  And it's ice hockey.  This for the kid for whom running and dribbling the ball at the same time presents certain coordination challenges.  Sigh.

Weeks ago, we bought tickets to attend this weekend's Winterhawks game with Gabriel's Cub Scout troop.  This was before we all got sick.  Before Hannah missed a week of school due to bronchial junk.  Before I left work Friday feeling a little green.

So imagine my excitement, edified by Musinex and Tylenol, at the prospect of attending a hockey game with Mr. G. 

Hannah was beside herself with anger at not being included, of course.  As Gabriel and I prepared to leave, she pouted, a tendril of green snot running from her nose into her lip.  I apologized to her, reminded her that she wasn't so thrilled with sit-still events yet, and then Gabriel and I headed out.  Hack, hack.  Cough, cough.

Well, we settled in.  Gabriel waved and called out to the couple of scouts he knew.  We grabbed our hot dog, drinks, and popcorn, and then the game began.

Of course, this particular hockey game was a huge nailbiter.  Body slam, fight, score, body slam, another fight, another score.  With 2.6 seconds left, our home team Winterhawks managed to tie the game at 3 each.  Overtime was scoreless, and then our team won a tension-filled shootout to win the game 4-3.

I quized Gabriel on the way out to the parking lot.

"Well, now you've seen four sporting events:  ice hockey, basketball, lacrosse, and baseball.  What's your favorite?"

"Ice hockey!  Can we come back next week?"

So this is going to be his sport?  We brought home a hockey puck each for him and Hannah.  If this is going to be it, I hope he's interested in dentistry as a career.

-- Dad