June 29, 2013

Boys Will Be Boys

I am sitting at my computer this morning, revising the book outline for the second hockey book. I've been writing up a storm and haven't been keeping the outline up to date. The outline helps me keep track of what happens when.

Anyway, I came across a scene that I'd forgotten about and thought I'd post part of it here. Part of what I love about writing these hockey books is the opportunity to show guys being their lovable guy selves. I enjoy reading that stuff in other people's books, and so it's not surprising to find it showing up in mine. The scenes with the Barracuda teammates are especially fun to write.


This scene features Calder, the hero of the second hockey book, and his older brother, Hart. Calder is recalling an incident...


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Years ago, his mom had picked him and his brother up from a hockey game. For some reason he couldn’t remember, her trunk had been full of heavy boxes. Hart managed to stuff his in, but Calder had to put his in the backseat. As a result, the smell crept out and invaded the car like an olfactory bioweapon.

Hart, sixteen at the time to Calder’s fourteen, had lost the “shotgun” battle, so he was sitting in the back. “Something died in your bag, CS,” he said.

“Whatever, DB.”

Their mom thought that CS stood for Calder’s first two initials and DB meant “dumb brother.” But to the boys it was shorthand for cocksucker and douche bag.

“Mom,” Hart said, “We’re studying about the human body in science class, and I think Calder is constipated and when he sweats, crap comes out of his pores.”

“Hart Griffin, that’s disgusting,” Jenny said.

“I agree,” Hart said. “Let’s open the windows.”

His mom shook her head. “It’s eight degrees outside.”

“I don’t care. I swear I’m gonna puke.”

“Here, I’ll turn the fan on.”

It didn’t help. Even Calder had to admit it. At times, he envied other athletes like basketball players whose protective equipment consisted of one item—a jock. Hockey players, on the other hand, had that and much more, all of it soaked in sweat from each wearing. The odors seemed to build on each other even after washing because sometimes the stuff never dried out between the morning skate and a same-day game.

The noise from the fan provided cover for what Hart said in Calder’s ear. “I swear to God, Satan’s shit smells like fucking flowers compared to your bag.”

Laughing in spite of himself, Calder turned around to sock his brother.

Jenny twisted her head to nail them both with a glare. “What did you say?”

“Shit” wasn’t a word Jenny approved of but would sometimes let go. “Fuck” or any of its permutations constituted a loss of dinner.

“I was saying what’s coming out of Calder’s bag is probably what hell smells like.”

She eyed Hart in the rear view mirror. Calder knew his brother’s expression was now more heavily guarded than the President. He must have passed inspection because their mom said, “It is pretty bad, Calder.”

From that day on in their family, hockey bag smell was referred to as hell stink.

Photo by Mary_Thompson

June 14, 2013

Hockey Hybrid

I am now a Twitter-aholic. I admit it. But my addiction isn't all bad. I am now following a fellow hockey fan, @SoCalSledHockey, Christie Jenkins. She is the head of a wonderful organization that helps disabled people play hockey using sleds. It's awesome! Here's a video.




That looks like so much fun and you don't have as far to fall. That'd be good for me. Too bad I don't live near Riverside. In the video you can see Daryl Evans, a Kings alumnus, on a sled, and speaking of Daryl, I met him a couple of nights ago!

We attended the game at the Staples Center vs the Chicago Blackhawks. The Kings won. Afterward, they broadcast the postgame show at the Mixing Room at the JW Marriott hotel. My hubby and I went, since I had the day off the next day. After the show was over, Daryl was nice enough to pose for a picture with me. I'm wearing my handmade playoff beard.


Update: Anze Kopitar seems to be healthy after all.  A friend and I were musing, if he isn't injured, maybe he has woman troubles. It could explain why no one on the Kings is putting forth any explanation about his surprisingly substandard level of play this season. (Sorry, Anze. I love you, but I'm sure you'd be the first to admit you weren't at the top of your game.) A broken heart can hobble even the strongest man.

June 8, 2013

Now, At Last, Rest

The Kings lost the Western Conference Finals tonight to the Chicago Blackhawks. I am sad but proud. They didn't roll over and play like crap. They fought incredibly hard. The Hawks led by 2 for a long time. The Kings tied it and the game went into double overtime. It was harrowing. I believe part of the reason they lost was they were just plain worn out.

I'm glad that now they will be able to rest and recover. There was a lot of speculation that many of our top players were playing injured. Here's an early run down of injuries from when they played the Sharks:

Justin Williams - slight shoulder separation
Dustin Brown - torn PCL ligament in the knee
Drew Doughty - bad ankle (from the series before the Sharks)
Anze Kopitar - nothing known yet, but I'm absolutely certain something was wrong with him. 

All of the Kings played fiercely and have nothing to be ashamed of.

Now that the Kings are out of the running, I hope that at least I will be able to concentrate more easily on my writing.

June 7, 2013

A Hairy Hockey Tradition


Why do NHL players all look inexplicably scruffy during the Playoffs?

One might think they're so pressed for time that they can't shave. Plausible, but untrue.

Believe it or not, this is a tradition that started in the 1980s by the New York Islanders. During the Stanley Cup Playoffs, it's customary for the players to not shave until they're either eliminated or they win the Cup. (Some believe it's all right to trim it after a loss in an attempt to change the luck.)

Here's one of my favorite players, Dustin Penner, #25, of the LA Kings, with his beard. Bushy, ain't he! (Photo by Lucy Nicholson Reuters)

Dustin is well known for his luxurious Playoff beards. There's even someone who tweets as @PennersBeard. 

Penner has earned two Stanley Cup rings, once with the Anaheim Ducks, the other with the Kings last year.

Here's what he looks like (somewhat) clean-shaven. What a hunk.