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November 21, 2005
Symphony of Smells : Hockey Game 7 Recap
Game Six was Friday, but since Spliggle was vomiting and I was stressed, I decided to abstain. Sometimes, hockey is exactly what I need in those situations, but for Friday I wanted to climb in bed and watch TV for awhile instead. But for Sunday, the physical activity is what I absolutely craved! So even though Spliggle was still vomiting, the Cat was “off,” and I felt I had lots of work to do, Sunday was the perfect hockey day!
Driving to the night game was eerie. I turned on the radio to discover songs that hadn’t been played since the 80’s, and they weren’t those popular songs that keep cropping up. I felt as though I was back in junior high or high school. I thought it was creepy that I was listening to a soundtrack of my childhood. True, I have been musing about my earlier days, especially in light of the interviews I’ve been giving perspective students for my college alma mater, but I didn’t think my thoughts could control the radio station!
Nonetheless, I enjoyed the fifteen minutes of eighties and was relieved to soon hear some up-to-date selections. I arrived at the game with enough time to change comfortably. I did leave my purse in the bathroom one brief moment, and had flashbacks to when my purse was stolen back in January. But more striking was carrying a little purse in to join my big bulky bag of hockey equipment. My coach laughed since it was a disconnected sight.
The game itself was great. I was back to forward and played with one of our best Centers. She ended up scoring a fantastic break-away goal. She set up so many shots for me, yet I didn’t connect with any of them. It was both exhilarating and frustrating to know I had come “so close.” I blame the defenders from the other team; they were excellent at roughing me up and lifting my stick. My coach made some terrific pointers about drawing them back, but I didn’t succeed in actually scoring this time around.
We ended up tying 2-2. I was 0 for the game, which leaves me at -1 for the season. No G, A or P.
The ride home was odder than the ride to the game. During the game, my sense of smell and taste shut down. Once in awhile, I’ll catch a whiff of a teammate, or notice that my water bottle tastes like swamp, but most of the time I am focused on breathing, skating, hearing my teammates, and watching the puck.
On the way home, my sense of smell rebelled. At first it was pleasant. I smelled lots of fireplace fires, sometimes mixed with pine, although that may have been a figment of my overactive imagination and eager heart for Christmas. Coming across a section of freeway in the City, I smelled a combination of Skintamate Raspberry Rain mixed with Chinese food. Fortunately, the fireplace fire and pine smells returned briefly, later replaced by roses. I smelled wood. I smelled my stinky self. Then when I drove through our “rival” town, I smelled poop. Yes, the rival town stinks of poop! Soon the poop turned to scorched rubber and I saw a car fire on the side of the road. Fortunately, by the time I reached home, that smell had disappeared. My neighborhood had a cold, crisp spicy fireplace smell. As I entered my house, I discovered a new smell: a freshly baked cake for my birthday! Yay Husband!
But the smells were not the craziest part of the ride. It was the radio again.
The station played song A, then B, then some commercials, then C. Then there was a wacky commercial that may have been a drunk DJ mumbling while the microphone was on. Song B was played again, followed by Song A. Four songs later, Song C was played again.
Either the DJ was truly incapacitated, or they have a very short play list!
I was shocked when two songs later, song A arrived again. That means Song A was played three times in an hour! That song was “No Such Thing” by John Mayer. Oddly coincidental given my thoughts recently.
Posted by karianna at November 21, 2005 06:05 PM