So hockey has been over for awhile. Of course, it's never really over -- John is thinking about checking camp and Maia is being recruited for a girls summer league. (Heh, I said "recruited.") But a couple days ago, John's team and the families got together for one last pool party and hurrah, and it reminded me of a story from earlier in the season that cracked me up and I forgot to share.
We were getting ready to go to Hayward for a tournament for John's team. At John's level, they try to keep traveling tournaments to one a season ("traveling" meaning at least one overnight stay). Matt had some time off so we all got to go down as a family and make a little mini-vacation out of it. We packed up the car (and seriously, why does a three-day trip for four people require a full trunk?) and headed down to Wisconsin.
On the way, we stopped in Duluth to get some beer. Matt ran into the bottle shoppe* while I picked up some coffee next door. When we got back to the car, Matt showed me what he had gotten: a six-pack of Molson Canadian and a six-pack of Lake Superior Mesabi Red. Both great, but both in bottles.
"You have to go back in and buy cans," I said. "We can't drink by the pool with glass containers. You need cans."
"Ohhh," said Matt, and he put the bottles in the trunk (there was no reason to take them back in; we could drink them in our room or back home) and went back in to the bottle shoppe. He came out with a case of Molson Canadian in cans and reported this conversation at the checkout line:
Matt: I was just in but I got the wrong stuff.
Checkout guy (different than the first time Matt was in there): Oh yah?
Matt: Yeah. We're heading down to a hockey tournament in Hayward, and --
Checkout guy (price-scanning the case): Oh yah, you gotta have the cans. They don't letcha drink by tha pool if ya don't have it in a can.
Checkout guys at the bottle shoppe in hockey towns: They know what you need.
*I'm not being pretentious; that's what they're called in Duluth.