Season Change!
Jul. 24th, 2002 10:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravencallscrowsYes, even as Seattle still struggles through days with temperatures flirting agressively with the 30 degree (Celsius) mark, it's no longer officially summer for me. It's officially hockey pre-season.
All this on the strength of a dream last night. Hockey dreams never happen in the summer, so since this was the first, it must no longer be summer.
As usual, i was playing. Unusually, i didn't recognize the uniform i was wearing (but did recognize the familiar #14, which i wore all but two of the twelve years i played), which was related to some with which i'm fairly familiar- the style the Washington Capitals wore through the '93-94 season and SKA St. Petersburg (sorry- couldn't find a good picture of the SKA home jersey, but it features this logo on a white jersey with blue shoulder yoke and red stars on the shoulders and down both sleeves) from the Russian Hockey Superleague. The overall effect wasn't too dissimilar from the '96 Stars of Russia home jersey. We played against a team who's jerseys resembled the Latvian National team road jerseys or those of the Hershey Bears of the American Hockey League (AHL is a minor league for players not quite of NHL calibre or who are still developing).
The game itself was a 2-2 tie late in the third period when my team got a 2-on-1 break, and i got a perfect tape-to-tape pass from my left wing on the right side of the slot, took the one-timer...
and MISSED the open top-left corner of the net by 4-6 inches.
Fortunately enough, i managed to beat the defenceman to the puck, getting knocked down in the process, but still managed to make a perfect centering pass (from my knees, no less!) into the low slot to the other wing (i think for some reason i was centre on this line), who chipped it over the fallen goaltender for the game winner!
And now for something completely different:
Over the past few days, the name Sorcha (Gaelic for Sarah) has been popping up everywhere. Part of this is because we've a batch of people from MS-Ireland for meetings- in the last week i've met a Sorcha O'Connor and a Sorcha O'Rahilley, among others; but i've also seen the name in print recently as well. I'm now considering renaming the character Nimuë in Melpomene's Daughter to Sorcha, but it makes me wonder if doing so wouldn't unalterably change the underlying clues about who she really is, which, of course Alexei completely misses anyway. Maybe i'll just take to calling the Sarahs i know Sorcha until i'm completely certain that the Gods are laughing at me.
All this on the strength of a dream last night. Hockey dreams never happen in the summer, so since this was the first, it must no longer be summer.
As usual, i was playing. Unusually, i didn't recognize the uniform i was wearing (but did recognize the familiar #14, which i wore all but two of the twelve years i played), which was related to some with which i'm fairly familiar- the style the Washington Capitals wore through the '93-94 season and SKA St. Petersburg (sorry- couldn't find a good picture of the SKA home jersey, but it features this logo on a white jersey with blue shoulder yoke and red stars on the shoulders and down both sleeves) from the Russian Hockey Superleague. The overall effect wasn't too dissimilar from the '96 Stars of Russia home jersey. We played against a team who's jerseys resembled the Latvian National team road jerseys or those of the Hershey Bears of the American Hockey League (AHL is a minor league for players not quite of NHL calibre or who are still developing).
The game itself was a 2-2 tie late in the third period when my team got a 2-on-1 break, and i got a perfect tape-to-tape pass from my left wing on the right side of the slot, took the one-timer...
and MISSED the open top-left corner of the net by 4-6 inches.
Fortunately enough, i managed to beat the defenceman to the puck, getting knocked down in the process, but still managed to make a perfect centering pass (from my knees, no less!) into the low slot to the other wing (i think for some reason i was centre on this line), who chipped it over the fallen goaltender for the game winner!
And now for something completely different:
Over the past few days, the name Sorcha (Gaelic for Sarah) has been popping up everywhere. Part of this is because we've a batch of people from MS-Ireland for meetings- in the last week i've met a Sorcha O'Connor and a Sorcha O'Rahilley, among others; but i've also seen the name in print recently as well. I'm now considering renaming the character Nimuë in Melpomene's Daughter to Sorcha, but it makes me wonder if doing so wouldn't unalterably change the underlying clues about who she really is, which, of course Alexei completely misses anyway. Maybe i'll just take to calling the Sarahs i know Sorcha until i'm completely certain that the Gods are laughing at me.
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Date: 2002-07-24 12:43 pm (UTC)Don't you dare.
Or prepare to meet the scorching wrath of Sorcha. :p