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Friday Moment

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. Photos – no words – capturing moments from the week. Simple, special, extraordinary moments. Moments you want to pause, savour and remember. “This Moment” is a ritual found on  Life inspired by the Wee Man which I then kidnapped from Almost there by Sarah-Jane and snagged from Alejandro.

Friday Moment

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. Photos – no words – capturing moments from the week. Simple, special, extraordinary moments. Moments you want to pause, savour and remember. “This Moment” is a ritual found on  Life inspired by the Wee Man which I then kidnapped from Almost there by Sarah-Jane.

This Friday Moment

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. Photos – no words – capturing moments from the week. Simple, special, extraordinary moments. Moments you want to pause, savour and remember. “This Moment” is a ritual found on  Life inspired by the Wee Man which I then kidnapped from Almost there by Sarah-Jane.

 

Feel free to leave a link to your Friday Moment in the comment section!!!

Friday Moment

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. Photos – no words – capturing moments from the week. Simple, special, extraordinary moments. Moments you want to pause, savour and remember. “This Moment” is a ritual found on  Life inspired by the Wee Man which I then kidnapped from Almost there by Sarah-Jane.

Feel free to leave a link to your Friday Moment in the comment section!!! xo

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bases loaded two outs
on deck switch hitter
swinging the air seasoned
with spicy yellow mustard
and tangy sauerkraut
clay disturbed rising as
cleats ready themselves
hamstrings taut calves
tensed oxygen gulped
next up pawing then the
pitch cracking contact ball
sprouts wings flies out of the
park crowd kinetic screaming
energy he runs rounding
bases 1st 2nd 3rd home

Pamela A. Rossow

Goals

 

 

Need to be
kicked in
thrown in
slammed in
dunked in
hit in
long as they
make it
in.

Pamela A. Rossow

Shared at the Thursday Poets Rally (Week 38).

I was nominated for the Perfect Poet Award. I honor it, thank Jingle, and nominate Danroberson for this week.

Zambonis=Awesomeness

Okay, so you’re asking, why a post about Zambonis? I will tell you. Zambonis=hockey. Hockey=most amazing sport. See?

These truck-like cleaners were attributed to Frank Zamboni who was a U.S. inventor and an Italian-American (all the more reason to like him). He began in the electrical business, branched out to electrical refrigeration units, and then opened his own ice rink in 1940.

Eventually, he figured out a way to resurface his ice rink more quickly and the job went from 90 minutes to around 10 minutes. He patented his machines in 1953. While the term Zamboni is patented, it’s sometimes broadly used to refer to any brand of ice resurfacer (not exactly accurate). He was elected into the Hockey Hall of Fame in 1990 for his contributions to the sport. I just think the machine is pure awesomeness (as do most 5 year olds).

A Zamboni works by shaving off the surface of the ice with a very sharp blade. Then an auger picks up the shaved ice while hot water is sprayed to create the new ice surface. Cool, huh? They have a maximum speed of about 9-10 mph so we’re not talking NASCAR here but it’s all good. They still have the cool factor.

Maybe, one day, I’ll even get to drive one around (highly unlikely due to my over-enthusiasm but a woman can dream)! In the meantime, although I’m impatient waiting the 6-7 minutes for the Zamboni to finish (so I can finally see some HOCKEY), I’ll enjoy watching it make its laps (yes, I am easily amused).

Watch for Flying Pucks!!!

Okay, wait for it–I freaking love ice hockey! My son got hooked and, subsequently, I did! Probably has something to do with living in SoFlo and loving the fact I can escape the heat for a while and pretend I’m a little farther north every time I go to a game.  Then there’s the lightening speed, agility and wooden sticks slapping small hard pucks that make it beyond exciting. Oh yeah–the checking!

The only downside to the game I have discovered is the whiff of the locker rooms as I head to the appropriate rink. Nothing I can’t deal with (as long as I don’t have to enter). Oh and the stinky gear (most of which can’t be washed and must air dry). While I played soccer when I was young and loved it,  I’m officially a hockey mom (you can’t tell me we don’t rock the look in our hoodies).  Ha-ha.

Whether it’s my son’s high school team (undefeated so far and J scored his first goal tonight), college or NHL, I’m going to be one of those loud (only slightly obnoxious) fans who cheers with enthusiasm! Long live hockey!