Monday, April 11, 2011

Chafe - Having To Move The Goal For A Car


The streets were some of the best playgrounds growing up. One of the many disguises that a street could morph into (Where Are They Now? - Animorphs Books (random)) was a street hockey arena. Roads are just great real estate when it's all said and done. They're flat, there are sidelines built in, and they extend as far as you need for the most part. With that being said, there was nothing worse then when the flow of the game was interrupted by a car. And worse than that, 2 cars. Having to pause the game momentarily was like calling a let in tennis. An unwritten rule, but a rule nonetheless. Play had to stop and you had to run the net off to the side so that pesky Subaru Outback could squeeze by. Once the guy or lady passed by and threw the "Sorry to chafe you" wave, play resumed. It was never the same though. Kids were out of position and momentum had virtually disappeared. If only we had some detour signs to reroute those shmucks who wrecked our pick up games. Parents always preached safety, but no one was safe on the black top. No blood no foul.

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