Welcome to "Throwback Thursday" and a story from the past. I wrote this "journal" on the night that it occured -- a Friday night in February during my freshman year at Carroll. My favorite part is the second half... the "Beds" half. It's a story that Mathea and I retell each time we see each other. It's always funny and it'll never get old.
The
intensity of the Big Horns game was astounding, as the boys glided along the
ice as fast as their skates would carry them in the incredibly fast paced
game. The entire game was fast
paced, as the teams battled back and forth to maintain the lead. Maintaining the lead, meant a favorite
hockey phrase was frequently being yelled by the spectators, “FIGHT!!!” In efforts to protect the goalie and to
end up victorious, gloves came off and the flesh of the opponent was introduced
to opposing player’s fists. Much
time was also spent ice wresting and traveling across the ice face down, as
players checked and tripped opponents, doing anything possible to gain
possession of the puck. In the
last half of the third period, the Big Horns shoot and “SCORE!,” tying Minnesota 4-4.
The crowd stood in applause, and remained standing as the atmosphere of
the entire arena reflected the energy on the ice. The seconds on the clock slowly ticked away: five,
four, three, two, one, and the buzzer!
Overtime! Everyone in the
arena stood cheering the Big Horns through the five minute overtime; cheering
them on to. . . a shootout! The Minnesota
Blizzard sent a fourth and final player to his death as the Big Horns passed
the ultimate test of the night, winning the game as Beiswenger again
victoriously defended his goal during the shootout. The crowd went wild as the
game ended with yet another win for the home team. Skating may have been cancelled so the sponsoring National
Guard’s special jerseys that the players sported for the match-up could be
auctioned off, but it was well worth the experience.
As
we watched as the players jerseys’ were auctioned off for hundreds of dollars
to fans, Carmin had her “moment” of the evening. As we watched one of the players—Nate Rein—who did not
dress out for the game, but rather worked the audience in his suit, help in the
auctioning process, Carmin did the impossible—rendered me speechless! She had the quote of the night when
with utmost enthusiasm she said, “I’m so in the mood, that if he walked over
here right now I would ask him out!”
It was definitely a highlight of the night.
My
night of course did not end with the hockey game. After coming back and watching a movie with Carmin, I hung
out with Mathea, or should I say hid out.
There are priceless moments in everyone’s life, and this was definitely
one of those times! We chatted for
a while before Mathea decided she was going to head off to bed. But, did she go directly to bed after
opening the door to her room, of course not! She left the door to her room cracked open as she made a
quick trip to the restroom—big
mistake. While she was otherwise
occupied, so was I as I entered her dark room and climbed to my hiding spot under
her bed. As she came back from the
restroom, she first made a stop at my room but I was no where to be found.
Then, she finally came back to her room of horror! She turned on the light, closed the door and moseyed to her
computer, when all of the sudden she felt something touch her leg. In silence, she glanced at the floor
expecting to see some random item lying on the floor, but oh no that is
definitely not what she saw. Her
silence was broken as shrieks of horror came out of her frightened face when
she realized there was a body—my body—that was under her bed and what touched
her was in fact a hand. I of
course began to laugh hysterically, as I experienced one of the greatest
moments of my life. I have to say,
I think Mathea may have learned a couple life lessons in only a matter of seconds. The first: Never leave your door open when you go to the restroom. The second: Always check to
make sure your neighbor isn’t going to make you nearly pee your pants when she
grabs your leg from her hideaway under your bed.
Tonight
was yet another great night, unusually filled with the usual: boys and beds.
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