Yesterday I was channel surfing while my wife was playing X-box (yes, she plays X-box thanks to her Microsoft son who worked on that project along with the Zune). Anyway, I happened upon the third game of the NHL Stanley Cup finals between the Ottawa Senators and the Anaheim Mighty Ducks. As I sat watching the game through the second and third periods I was thrilled to see that the art of body checking was still very much alive. Now what has this got to do with my Linny?

Well… a while back we were sitting at the dining-room table preparing to get ready to go to bed. I have his strange habit of wanting to beat Lin wherever we happen to go; call it arrested childhood development. Anyway, I was afraid she would get up first and race me to the bedroom, so I casually (evidently not without giving away my intentions I’m sorry to say) darted up and began to maneuver around her. Lin simply stood up and in a graceful move that would have put the best NHL defenseman to shame, stuck her hip out. The next thing I knew, I had glanced off her hip and slammed into the refrigerator door. I stood briefly stunned for a moment or two until I heard Linny high-fiving herself in a victory dance in our bedroom. With as much dignity as I could muster, I entered the room, tail squarely between my legs… a beaten man. The woman would have made one heck of an NHL defenseman!

Not sure why, but I thought all should know this.