I have discovered that my swear of choice when I’m hit in a hockey game is “JESUS CHRIST!” I don’t do it consciously, it’s just what happens to come out whenever someone cross checks in my back1 or slashes me across the visor2 or when a Calgarian punches me in the throat3. The uttering of JC last night, which pretty much confirmed that this swear is my automatic reaction to dirty hits, came when I got cross checked in the back when I was in “the doctor’s office,” to which the about-to-be-penalized defenceman yelled “Let go of my stick!!” I’m not sure how exactly she figured that I was, or had been, holding her stick given that she just flattened me by slamming me in the back with said stick, but whatevs. She got a penalty and I got an assist on the ensuing power play goal. So apparently blasphemy works.
- which happened to me both last night and the night my family came to watch me play [↩]
- also happened to me last night. It was more of a flailing with the stick rather than anything intentional, but thank the FSM I wear a full face shield! [↩]
- that happened in Vegas. You gotta watch out for the Calgarians [↩]