Finally you guys unlock the door - i've been hammering on it for two days trying to get in!
SNAFU, yesterday's old timer hockey game was brilliant. it really took me back to when my brother and i would trudge through the fields to get to the frozen pond. At -20 or -30 or worse some days, we had to lace up one skate quickly and then warm our hands for five minutes to avoid getting frostbite. Once you were skating and shooting the puck around, you warmed up pretty fast. i would put magazines in my trouser legs as goal pads. a frozen puck ahead of a hard shot can break bones. Of course we never wore masks or helmets then. The long slow trudge back home, and Mother would welcome our frozen faces with a hot rum toddy. Most of the guys in that game would have had a similar experience, (except maybe for the rum toddy). You could tell they were having fun as they hadn't had in years. i know i sound like a dried up prune, but the game just isn't the same as it was in those golden times. JRT, fat chance. You expect me to submit one of my stories after you've just posted that masterpiece? forget it! That is not only one of the very best HWH story i have read, it is one of the best stories i have read anywhere. full stop. Your details of texture and movement draw the reader into the story until he seems to be seeing and feeling what you describe as if first hand. Brilliant. It sends shivers down my spine.
"you know you've done a wheels up landing when it takes full power to taxi."