I went to watch my nephew play hockey on Saturday (picture to follow - forgot my camera). It was more of a tryout/learning to play hockey/skate thing. Only an hour long, but to a bunch of 4-7 year olds it seemed like eternity. I find this hour one of the most humorous and entertaining of my week. I enjoy doing these things by myself, because it is rare that people will get my inner monologue and laugh with me. So, I find myself cracking up the entire time by myself. I'm sure I look like a freak. None of the other parents/guardians/nannies are watching the kids. They are eating nachos and french fries and hitting on eachother. (Observing them could be just as entertaining or depressing - depending on day's mindset). One point was especially funny. My nephew, Parker, did his drill and flew back to the line stopping by landing on his ass (standard stop). But, when he got up instead of looking forward, chatting, etc. he punched the kid next to him in the stomach. That kid, about his same size, took his stick and hit Parker's leg. Mind you they are 6/7 years old, not playing a game, just skating around individually and doing drills. No need for a fight. He was pushing this kid who was grabbing Parker's stick. No one stopped them and then Parker was up again for the next go around the cones drill. I asked him when he was done what was going on. He didn't know what I was talking about and said he didn't know any of the kids on the team and that he was famished and needed nachos immediately. Of course, being me, I said absolutely not and tell me what is going on with that kid. Again, he said nothing. I was more curious than anything. So, I said what is the name of your coach? He said "Coach" and that he was probably married. I said, well, good for him. Then he went onto say that I needed to find a husband since I am having a baby and that "it is going to be hard and I can't do it alone". He followed that statement by asking me again for nachos. I then of course said yes, I had to shut that kid up.