a hockey affair

Strange things are afoot at the Circle K. The circle k here being my relationship with Gordon. I’ve perhaps rediscovered my sexual interest in him, and maybe more. I’m not jumping to any conclusions here, the jury is still out, but early polling is positive.

What on earth could have brought about this peculiar change? Hockey. Of course. It always comes back to hockey.

Gordon is a hockey player; specifically, a goalie. Or rather, he was, before we met, throughout adolescence and high school. And apparently, he was good. Those are the rumors. This is what I’ve been told (not by Gordon, because he’s quite modest and humble when it comes to his hockey ability, which made me think maybe he wasn’t as good as his mother made him out to be). He won a few gold medals and some trophies; there was interest, a future, possibilities. Then he made bad choices and gave it all up for drugs and crappy friends.

I assumed he was as good at hockey as in everything else—average, nothing special. I’ve never actually seen him play and even though I know he’s got good hand-eye coordination and we both love watching hockey, I just couldn’t picture him on the ice, I couldn’t imagine him doing what I see every night on TV. He’s Gordon, not a hockey player. He’s a bit of a doofus, tall and lanky sure, but my lasting impression of him is sitting on the couch playing video games, not out there stopping pucks.

It all changed a few weeks ago, when a guy from work asked him to play goalie one night, in their Friday league. He still had all his goalie equipment up in the attic, so he agreed. I was excited for him, because I wanted to see him play and plus I thought it would be good for him to get some exercise and have some fun that didn’t involve drugs, alcohol, or baby toys.

I knew he’d be terrible. I was prepared for the inevitable embarrassment and disappointment, ready to lie and tell him he was good even though he wasn’t. It’s been 6 years since he’s even been on the ice, much less played. Although he’s naturally slim and athletically-inclined, he hasn’t worked out or lifted weights or done any real physical work in just about as long.

Imagine my surprise when he turned out to be good, to be really really good. He hasn’t played in several years. He’s out of shape, he’s wearing old equipment, he’s nervous. And there he was, out on the rink, playing like he never missed a day.

Okay, that isn’t exactly true. He was rusty and creaky, a bit slow; he obviously needs conditioning and practice, he needs to train and build mass, he needs to stretch and gain some flexibility. He needs new and better equipment. All these things affected his performance, but the instincts are there, the natural talent is undeniable. I’m not a hockey scout or any sort of hockey expert, but I’m not a moron either. The team was impressed as well and asked him to become their permanent goalie. He was better than all the other goalies and it’s been six years! That’s a long frigging time to be away from anything, especially a sport.

He’s a completely different person on the ice; he certainly isn’t the Gordon I know and love (or loathe, as the case may be). It was surreal, seeing him in all that goalie regalia, looking the part and realizing underneath he’s the guy I go home with every night. He looked confident and happy out there, like he belonged.

Seeing him in this light, seeing him happy and relaxed and separate from me…well, it’s a new thing. I’m so used to the drudgery of everyday life with him; the grinding minutiae, the petty arguments, my implacable impatience. He has no hobbies, no friends, and no real interests; all he’s got is me, the baby and work. How can anyone sustain that sort of life? No growth, no learning. G’s living the life of quiet desperation, and in turn so am I.

This hockey thing though…sure, it’s only been a couple of games so far, but already there are changes, imperceptible to the naked eye. I feel them though.

I was so happy to see him happy. He loves it. Finally he has something that’s all his, something he can be proud of, a fulfillment that I certainly can’t provide. He needed this, and I needed him to need something other than me.

G isn’t one for ambition, lofty or not. His long-term goals consist of what kind of beer to get tonight and what liquor store to get it from. So this hockey thing, well, it makes me think “hmm, maybe he’s got a future after all.” He could take this talent of his pretty far, if he had the desire and the drive. That’s the real crux of it. As much as I bitch about him, I still want him to be happy and do well in life, no matter where we stand. Playing hockey for a career could be his way.

At the very least, it’s totally hot to see him play and that definitely helps the sex. And no one wants a shitty sex life, even me.

I wonder if I should feel superficial about this.

11 thoughts on “a hockey affair

  1. gina

    The title of the post should have been, “How Christa Got Her Groove Back” – what would you do without me?

  2. christa Post author

    hahaahaha, you are so right. what would I do without you.

    my groove is far from back, but I’m working on it.

    I’d need to go out and sleep with a half dozen irish guys or something to truly get my groove back.

  3. DG

    Have Gordon wear his hockey stuff to bed. He can flip his stick toward the “goal” and find the “G”
    spot!!!

  4. celly belly

    I say whatever works, go for it! i’d have him come to bed wearing his whole hockey ensemble, man in uniform, HOT! HOT! HOT! especially a concierge’s uniform ;-) heehee…. I failed to mention he’s also a jazz vocalist, actually has an amazing voice and wrote part of a song for me, actually very romantic. Went to go see him perform at a jazz club downtown on Sat night. Damn! I need to stay on track and stick to my guns and not keep this thing going between us, even though I feel like I really wanna see him. I was bad and went to lunch with him today though and we had the best conversation, talked current affairs, politics, religion, etc… we’re very much on the same page, so much as all that stuff. We can talk about any and everything and he makes me laugh, which is so important. However, I can do all those things with my fiance (a reformed Republican) and I have, but right now he’s working alot of overtime and is super stressed, but I have to remember it’s still there and cant get sucked into some sordid affair. Must maintain self control and do the right thing. Damn morals!

  5. Steph

    wow that is great to hear that he is playing, he did seem happier when I saw you guys last week!

  6. Jonathan

    celly, I find your story fascinating; you should get some sort of blog where you can write about it in more detail.

  7. celly belly

    Man, I wish I had the motivation to start up my own blog, Jonathan, that’s actually a really good idea. Although my friends think I should just write a script about my life and have em make it a Lifetime tv movie of the week :-) so long as Judith Light doesnt play me. I’m thinking more along the lines of, what’s some hot, redhead in Hollywood right now?

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