One opposing player, when younger and wilder, is reported to have bitten another in the meat of the eye! Might get my nose fixed one of these days. Stitches, black eyes, and my nose is still broken from a puck running up my stick on its mission. And I am along for the ride.Why do I enjoy the games so, enjoy the primal shoving and slashing and swearing and serious laughing at it all afterward? In these games I have taken a concussion, taken a skate blade like an axe between my eyes and I jammed brown paper towels on the cut to staunch the blood. 5, and drift back from hockey pleasantly tired, silent as integers. We park by the door, play two twenty-five-minute periods, shake hands, pay the refs, knock back a few in dressing room No. The universe above my head may boast vast dragon-red galaxies and shimmering ribbons of green, and the merciless sun may be shining this moment somewhere in Asia, but tonight along the frozen moonlit Saint John River the country is a lunatic lunar blue and the arena air smells like fried onions and chicken. It’s not my country, but it is my country now, I’m a traveller in a foreign land and I relish that. Activate your Online Access Now Article content If you are a Home delivery print subscriber, unlimited online access is included in your subscription. Manage Print Subscription / Tax Receipt.
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