July 22, 2009 1 Comment
It struck me randomly the beauty of the English language. Specifically the vocabulary of hockey. I love words. I adore being tied up and in the sound of things. I live for witticisms and a snappy repertoire. I enjoy the flexibility of words of flirting and innuendo. But I find something comforting about the verbage of this wonderful sport; fisticuffs, haymakers, and donnybrooks. I haven’t even started on the terms which sound deliciously scandalous; going five hole, soft hands and pine riding.
Though I have to wonder, is there a word for the sound of the skates on ice?