Found Hockey and a Fat Lip

I took a shot and gambled that hockey night in Gan Hayarkon (a park) was still Tuesday night, as it was in 2006. Sure enough, as I arrived I saw people skating. It took me about 30 seconds to put on my skates, I was so excited to play. I looked for any familiar faces from the last time I played, but none were there. The crowd this time, frankly, wasn't very good. Whatever, it was hockey.

One kid in particular had me worried. He just was not in control of his hockey stick and would swing it wildly in an effort to poke away the puck. I told him at least three times that he needed to watch how he used his stick and that he needed to keep it down. Another guy yelled at him for swinging it, calling him "hatchet man." Ten minutes after I told one of the guys that I was worried about getting a tooth knocked out because I have crappy dental insurance...BAM!...stick to the face. 

Thankfully, I had some frozen chicken breasts to put on there to keep down the swelling.