The practice

Yes, I was nervous going in. I'm not too happy about the choice to move me from D to right wing. I finally felt like I was contributing and I love playing with Fern. That being said, here we go. Mike pulled into the parking lot right after me. The head start only lasted until the locker room. No, I'm not going to detail this every time. But this is the first time. He talked to everyone else. He didn't even look at me. Now, I'm not sure where he was going with this behavior, but I found it mean. One of the last things he did say to me before going into silence again, is....will you still talk to me at hockey? I guess he meant that I was supposed to make the effort. Sorry. My efforts are done with you selfish creature. It's a break up people. I get to be snarky just for this one post.
We then all congregated in a party room at the rink where the two coaches did a kind of Q & A with a white board. They were all poised to reconstruct our offense when it became apparent that we were really back at square one. The break out.
So, we got dressed and headed to the ice. I was headed to a line and noticed Mike was already there. So I turned and headed to the other one. At the same time, he did the same thing. So I yelled Fuck and went back to the first one. Apologies for the language. The awkwardness was building.
The first drill was the basic half circle and pass the puck, go down and shoot on goal. Only we were so bad at passing that then we got to just stand across from each other and pass back and forth. Then we did it again. Progress they told us! The next thing was break out drill. Everyone knows this one. Coach throws the puck down D gets it on his side, passes to the wing on the boards who then passes to the center circling and then driving up the middle. I was told to skate faster. I was told to pass better. I was up every single time since there was no one else to trade off with.
I'm now tired and cranky and hating wing. Now we get to regroup after bringing the puck back out and go back in and try to score. Yep, it didn't go well. I was in the wrong spot. I didn't get to the puck fast enough. So I threw a temper tantrum and quit. About that time, they made us all quit and practice shots on goal. I went and talked to Fern, who was encouraging. Thank goodness for Fern! "I don't know why they traded you to wing, but I know you can play."
So I wandered off and scored a Ricky on Ricky. Ricky Bobby was filling in as goalie and usually scores with a backhand shot. I was thrilled to do it to him. The Bob sidled over and had me run a drill with him. Afterwards he said, "Now we will do it at full speed." I said, "Bob, that was full speed." Tired, cranky, fed up, miserable. His answer....you need to skate faster, Kristin.
I cried after I left the rink. I had nightmares and only slept for 4 hours. As I drove to work, I thought about buying figure skates and moving on. I don't want to be this season's Jordan. I don't want everyone yelling at me from the bench. I really had enough to work on without the position change. So when Pete called, I vented. And he laughed, but in the good way that lets you know that you are being ridiculous.
I'll be honest, I'm on the fence. Part of me would like to clear out for awhile. If I have to face a hostile Mike and be subjected to critical attitudes, it just won't be any fun.
I remember when I first read the brochure and showed it to Dan. I was so excited in a intrigued way. Who would ever think to play hockey? Now that I know what it is all about, do I want to stay?