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Winter Classic

Before now, I suppose my biggest time of interest in hockey was in the 80s. First there was the famous miracle on ice team of the US hockey team in the 1980 Olympics at Lake Placid. Then my interest in hockey got another boost some in 1985, not really because of anything going on in the world of hockey, but because of how I got diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. There I was, March 1985, in the sort of empty sterility of a hospital, my life changed more than I could possibly know, stuck with my quiet tumult of thoughts. The Flyers had had a famous hockey player, Bobby Clarke and he was a type 1 diabetic and he still is since he is still alive.

Now I’ve always been a fan of the Philadelphia sports teams. So I became a bit more of a Flyers fan now that I shared a metabolic problem with one of the Flyers players. I also remember that one night while I was still recovering in hospital, the Flyers and the Blackhawks had a game.  According to NHL reference, the Flyers lost that night, 5-2. I can’t remember all that much in terms of my feelings towards the game, I do remember there seemed to be a lot of charging back and forth, up and down the ice by both teams and the game was fairly exciting in spite of how I was probably rather disappointed at the result. In a limited it would be nice to get a good favorable sign egoistic perspective, I would have rather liked it if the universe showed a little justice and sympathy by having the Flyers win.

Oh well. Wishes have little bearing upon the outcomes of reality. Reality is the cold hard relentless brutality of itself. Oh well.

I watched yesterday’s Winter Classic with the Flyers and Rangers. I’ve been following the Flyers pretty closely this year, I’ve had my interest in hockey re-inspired due to some influences from 2009 and 2010, although there was also a core emotional reaction of feeling some angst about associations with hockey from events in 2010.  Funny thing about that day in May I rode home on a train. When I got off the train, Roy Halladay was approaching the end of pitching a perfect game for the Phillies, and the Flyers and Blackhawks were playing the first game of the Stanley Cup Finals. Once again, the Blackhawks would deliver a message in beating the Flyers.

But since the Flyers are a relatively solid team, I’ve been able to push down the despair from certain emotional associations with hockey, and I’ve followed them this year. Claude Giroux is an exciting player to watch.

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It was warm this past weekend, Saturday and Sunday and I golfed both afternoons. I could have had a fairly good round on Sunday if my putter had behaved. I did have another important swing realization — I need to keep my tempo slowed down on the backswing. I have a horrible tendency to get quick. It’s very very bad. It came through very clearly to me on the 1st hole of Sunday. First I yanked my tee shot left some with a bad hook. Then I sort of chop hooked my next shot. Then I thinned a 9-iron back behind the green. Fortunately I save bogey with an up and down from there. It then hit me what was going wrong. I was jerking the club back fast and there was no consistent swing resulting from that. I slowed down the tempo of my swing and from then on, I began striking much more solidly with better consistency.

So I’m thinking of putting a new mark on my golf balls with a Sharpie — EZB. Easy back. So I can look at the mark every time I tee up the ball and remind myself not to get quick on the backswing.

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I had one of those crazy maze-like dreams last night, one that got creeped out by the sensation of evil lurking somewhere in the dreamscape. It woke me up at 2:11.

 

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