Well maybe not "wounded" ... just a little bruised.
On her face.
And I did it.
Kind of.
Before you get thinking that I'm over here wailing on my wife, think again. Do you know me? Do you know her? Plus I wouldn't want proof that we're actually much more evenly matched than I'd want to admit.
See, we've been playing intermural floor hockey at one of the local high schools every Sunday night (remember, in Dubai Sunday is the first day of the week, so it's kind of like Monday).
Anyway, for the last month and a half Liz and I have been on the same team for each game. But somehow yesterday that wasn't the case. And there were only six of us, so it was three-on-three. That's a whole lot of running for someone as out-of-shape as I am.
But somehow I get the ball. And it's not one of those wimpy whiffle balls that's all perforated and light and fluffy. Oh no, this is a fairly hard rubber ball, a little smaller than a tennis ball.
I get the ball on a breakaway. And I'm watching the ball pretty intently. I'm not really "good" at hockey. I mean, sure, I know which direction I'm going in, and that Liz is in the goal and there's nary a defender in my way, but I still can't dribble the ball very well without looking at it.
So I got a little closer than I had meant to. And then I all-out haul on that ball. I crank it. And wouldn't you know, my aim has never been more off. Because truth be told I was aiming at the large net behind my wife, and not her jaw.
But what do I hit?
Her jaw.
Luckily Liz played Field Hockey back at home, and is no wuss when it comes to pain. But I still felt like a giant jerk.
I was going to give Liz one free shot, you know, like in soc-- er, football, when there's a penalty kick? But see above comment about Liz being pretty good at Field Hockey. A shot on goal from her would break a two-by-four. Wait-- out here would that be a "five by ten"?
Oh wait, no, they don't have lumber. I forgot.
Anyway, she's doing okay this morning, She didn't really mention it, which is nice because you know if she hit me with a ball or a stick or an even errant paperclip, you know I'd be complaining about it online about a nanosecond after it happened.
