Blog readers, we’re clearing the zone. Going in a different direction than in most blogs on Lake Superior Spirit. We’re going to a hockey game. The L’Anse Purple Hornets played the Kingsford Flivvers for the “Wisigan Cup” last Friday night.
And yours truly tagged along. My husband, the “real” photographer, snapped dramatic action shots for the sports section of our weekly newspaper, while I stood alongside with the little Sony Cybershot camera, attempting to capture Exciting Hockey Exploits (and other interesting sidebars).
Such as the row of yellow chairs. Don’t they look artistic? (Oh my goodness this ice rink brings back so very many memories. We spent half our life here once upon a time when our daughter did figure skating. She came up here for lessons and testing and competitions. I remember sitting nervously in these yellow chairs, heart beating strongly, praying for a positive outcome in the test or competition. Praying for all the girls in their beautiful costumes, hoping they would succeed.)
So it is interesting to find oneself back in this rink years later watching high school boys fervently attempting to send the puck flying toward the goal. I’ll bet you’re wondering impatiently what “clear the zone” means. Here is the definition:
Clearing the zone: when a defending player sends the puck out of the opponent’s attacking zone, all the attacking players must leave or clear the zone to avoid being called offsides when the puck reenters the zone.
Please study that definition. If you’re clear what it means, try translating it to an everyday metaphor. There will be a quiz.
After the player introductions, the Star Spangled Banner blared from the loudspeakers. I was so intrigued by the team formation, attempting to snap photos, that I didn’t even realize it was time to sing the national anthem. My husband, the real photographer, stood respectfully eyeing the flag. I finally realized my error and turned to the flag. Ooops…first “foul” of the evening. Get in the penalty box, Kathy.
The kids probably ordered nachos and cheese. It seems like Upper Peninsula hockey games sell more nachos and cheese than anything else. You know the cheese. Gooey, bright yellow, hot…smothering the crispy tortilla chips. Good hot food to watch a winter sport.
Except in the Michigan Technological University ice rink it’s amazingly warm. You hardly need a warm coat. One could get spoiled quickly watching a hockey game in an indoor rink at a university.
Back to the game. Lots of excitement happening. If you understand terms like “clearing the zone”, “offside pass”, “penalty killer” and “poke check” you will be watching the game like a hawk, cheering and making predictions. If you have no idea what any of those terms mean, click here and read diligently.
Prepare yourself for the only action shot I’m posting. You know how it is with action shots. You try to capture the excitement of the fast-moving game but the camera coughs or yawns or sputters. The shutter speed snaps at you. You capture a blurry world where you can…almost…see the puck flying around.
We only stayed for the first period. My husband, who has much experience with action photography, captured his shots. It turned out that the L’Anse team lost to the Kingsford Flivvers 2-5. (By the way, anyone know what a Flivver might be? The team is named after Henry Ford’s Model T. Believe it or not.)
I think we’ve just about wrapped up our Friday night “date”. This is the first time I’ve stood breathlessly beside my spouse, camera in hand, excited about capturing the mood of the hockey game.
As we were leaving the hockey game, I kept shaking my head.
“I think I’m becoming a photographer,” I said at least twice. “This is too bizarre for words. Photographing hockey games! What next?”
Time to clear the zone…watch out for that puck!! (And we know what that means, right??)