Thoughts On Pleasures, Beer and the FrenchShareThis
A fellow Kelowna guy, Jordan Abney, made a great point yesterday:
One of life’s best, completely unnecessary, but totally great moments is getting your hair washed at the hairdresser, is it not? As he pointed out, yes, I’m capable of washing my own hair. Yes, I could buy some nice smelling shit. But nothing beats that thorough scalp massage. No need to rush, sister.
Can someone make the head rub the focal point of their business plan? I would easily spend $15 bucks to drop the haircut and get a 15 minute scalp massage… wouldn’t you?
And while I’m being coddled, is the straight shave not one of the most amazing services still provided to males outside of brothels? Even thought it kinda reminds me of the end of Gran Torino (if you haven’t seen that yet, you’re messing up), I can’t wait to get a real good one someday soon.
Beer of the Month: Finally, I tracked down a local one worth promoting. Oh, and one worth anti-promoting. If that makes sense.
My Beer of the Month for October is the San Tan Brewing Company’s “Sunspot Gold“. As they describe it, it has a “deep, rich golden colour”, with a “delicate hop character”. Basically, it’s really hot here, and the selling point of this beer is its drinkability (no, Bud Light doesn’t have that word trademarked). I can already see my Canadian visitors pouring Clamato in it.
The worst of the month belongs to the same brewing company, and goes by the title “Strawberry Whit”. Described by the bartender as “so bad the staff is thinking of buying what’s left and dumping it”, it was nauseating. In trying to think of what we’d rather do than drink another sip of the sample, my buddies and I agreed that breaking the glass and cutting ourselves with it would be superior.
Hockey tip of the month: Don’t be afraid to have the puck. And for the most part, that’s aimed at rec league players.
I don’t mean don’t pass – you need to pass as much as possible in rec hockey. I just mean don’t panic. I imagine the soundtrack in the head of the average player on bad rec teams is “Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God”. Chill out. Once you get the puck, step (1) is to continue skating. Then step (2) is think. It looks like guys want to get rid of the grenade on their stick before it blows up, so they pull the pin and chuck it into the next guys feet. It’s okay to have it for a few seconds.
Is North American hockey anti-francophone? No. They have every opportunity – teams want to be good, and they don’t care who’s in the jersey… they really just do. not. care. They’d dress a snow leopard if he could win faceoffs.
But in general (just being honest, don’t shoot the messenger), well-liked French guys are pretty rare. I played with a couple BEAUTY’S in Utah – Olivier Labelle and Christian Gaudet, and tended to get along with French players a lot better than other guys, but I can see why they have a bit of a negative rep, unfortunately. Guys say that they seem entitled, and not that warm. I’m just sayin.
Other major ideas I’m saving for columns – pranks, puck bunnies, and plus/minus etiquette. Oh, and someday, the steroids piece.
If you missed it yesterday, check out my article on team identity (and the Maple Leafs) at USA Today here.
And, I should have some hockey thoughts courtesy this weekends visitor soon - as my fiance calls him “Big B”. Thaaaattt’d be my Dad.