Oil Can, Oil Caaaaan...

Good morning Dear Bloggies. I am moving a little slow today as my joints creak around does anyone have an oil can? Last night was the first night I was able to make it to Derby practice at our new indoor place. What’s the difference between that and the skating rink? Well at the skating rink we have to play nice because there are usually new recruits and little kids rolling about. At the new place it’s just us. We get there and tediously take down all the tables and chairs from BINGO, sweep the floor, suit up and then the fun begins. And by fun I mean skating full speed into each other and then sliding across the cement floor. It was awesome! We practiced falling and hip checks and shoulder checks and sprints and I even slid into a table with the captain of the other team. As she tumbled in front of me I went head over her ribs, we both went into the table and someone’s poorly laid cola went on the floor. It made a wonderful crash and our two teams cheered and howled. This controlled crashing went on for two hours before we stretched and re-setup all the tables and chairs so the little old ladies can come in tomorrow and wait for them to call B-17 in between puffs of Camel light.