Exercising Two Legs and One Finger
I’m feeling refreshed and alive today people.
Cunning up.
I finally soaked in a little vitamin D in the midst of this gorgeous Kelowna summer we’ve been having (gorgeous, just no fires allowed. Also, no: smoking, rubbing sticks together or dragons allowed in the park). We chucked together a surprise birthday party for one of my best friends yesterday, Dave Cunning (www.davecunning.wordpress.com). A few of us headed out for little evening of wakeboarding, swimming and Ogopogo hunting.
It reminded me of a little hockey nugget I thought I’d share, cause this is the type of thing not all hockey fans are around to hear:
Cunning less up.
Scott Hannan, a Kelowna resident, genuinely claimed that he stopped doing leg workouts a few summers back, because wakeboarding was his new workout. I know it’s a leg burn, but it isn’t squatting 315 pounds 12 times.
The guy consistently showed up to skate minutes before we went out, fully equipped with his crazy long hair, uber-summer tan, and surfer-dude mentality. Kinda strikes me as more of a “minus-five SPF-oil guy” than the “concerned-about-melanoma’s type”.
Not that I’m hear to pass judgement, but I’m not so sure his career has been heading in the right direction since I heard him say that. But then again, maybe I should withhold criticizing his regimine. Things have gone pret-ty decent for him over his 10 years or so in the league.
*****
So… I stepped on the ice for about the third time since December last night. The good news is, I’m still a decent player. What wasn’t great, is that I’m in roughly the same shape as John Candy was while shooting ”Uncle Buck”. I drove home looking worse than Nick Nolte before a mug shot. I can’t imagine playing contact hockey (which, for those of you who don’t know, is only about 80 times as tiring as non-contact).
But still, I got thinking… “yeah… yeah… I could figure this game out again real quick-like. I’ve been getting some calls from teams for next year, maybe I’ll just whip my ass back into shape…”
And then I took the heel-end of a stick across my mustache, and starting planning my next blog.
I especially like having to pay to play now.
Dear Hockey,
F. you too.
Love,
Bourne.
I'm a hockey player turned writer. After playing for Alaska Anchorage in the WCHA (NCAA), I carried on with an NHL tryout (New York Islanders in 2007) before spending a couple seasons in the AHL/ECHL (last year was 2008-09). My father, Bob Bourne, won four Stanley Cups with the Islanders in the '80's, as did my fiancee's dad, Clark Gillies. I'm now the web editor for theScore's hockey blog "Backhand Shelf."
