Puck Off

Started off my turkey day as I have for the past few years, a nice run through Broadripple at the Drumstick Dash. While I am not thankful to my trainer for the 3-time Wednesday workout yesterday (its hard to run 4.6 miles without using your upper body), I am thankful I avoided being a member of Team Shart during the race and the no line at the porto-o-johns when I finished.

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Before I headed north to spend time with my parents, I kinda forgot it was Thanksgiving and went to Subway to grab lunch. Me pouting…

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While I was not thankful to settle for pretzels and almonds, I am thankful for the new music CS got me so I could jam on the drive up 69. And Mom was armed with a turkey sandwich when I walked in!

Instead of a traditional Thanksgiving dinner, my parents and I attended our first Komets hockey game together with my childhood neighbors from across the street. Mom asked “What’s it called when they start the game?” Like I knew the answer said, “A puck off.” I had no clue but it sounded good. When she told our neighbors she was corrected learning it’s called a “Face off”. That was for the all the times as a kid when you know your parents have made shit up and didn’t really have a clue what they were saying!

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Dad and I didn’t notice the protective nets at first so we both ducked and covered when a puck when flying. Our seat-mates made fun of us so we straightened up after that. I am not thankful that I had to witness a hockey punch out session on the ice, but I am thankful that I got to meet Icy!

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Dad said I got my mascot fetish for the years we spent at Disney. I explained that it was actually the neighbors that we were with that started this trend in the 90s. They were the ones who asked me to dress up like a hawk and walk in parades to support a guy named Rick Hawks who was running for Congress! Except everyone at one parade didn’t get the connection and kept saying “Look its a turkey!” I remember it really ticking me off which caused me to flap my arms more in disgust since I couldn’t talk back. Mascot code. No talking when the heads on.

So we had a different spin on turkey day this year but I am always thankful to spend any time I can with my parents. They’re good people to be around!