Cast these characters in their own sit-com...
Five hockey players in the van makes the van…stinky. But the stench is clearly a redundant subject and something you come to expect when transporting kids who play hockey, so we talk about other stuff. Or rather, they talk and I listen.
Interesting conversations begin with such things as misheard song lyrics, great goals, current and past player stats, where their team ranks in the standings and so on…Mostly mundane beginnings, but when these players add their inexhaustible one-liners to the banter, anything can happen.
“What do you mean you forgot your socks?” “Who forgets their socks?” “Worse yet, who picked up your lost socks?” “I’m hungry, give me a bite of that…NO, I DON’T know what it is, I am just hungry…now share!” “Why are The Police singing about I love her purple song?” “Why are you texting me? I am sitting right here.” “Yes, I made up that word….No, I don’t know what it means or how to spell it.” “No, he doesn’t bounce, I tried already.”
It goes on and on, banter from the rink to the bleachers to the locker rooms and back to the van for the transport home. Running commentary on what happens in every day life with an ebb an flow that maintains a great friendship among these players.
One particular night, when the lone girl among them had called shotgun and was sitting in the passenger seat next to me, the verbal volleys lobbed back and forth with hilarious results unrivaled by earlier episodes. As I started the van, the girl turned to me and said, “They are like my very own sit-com.” Well said goaliegal! Well said!
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