Another Sunday, another batch of secrets over at PostSecret. They've been getting better- Frank has been picking some really great ones. Not that I should be judging people's lives or what they are hiding from the rest of the world. Lord knows I've got some secrets I wouldn't even share with the people I'm closest to. Scrolling through the postcards I found this one and instantly smiled, it's hockey related maybe that's why. It makes me think of my hockey secrets. I can't decide if it's a woman who wrote it or a man who wrote it, either way it makes me giggle.
I too have always wanted to see what happens in the locker room after a game, aside from all the naked goodness and the horrible smell that just seems to sink into anything and everything. The celebration of a win or the heartbreak of a loss, it's one place that's always remained a mystery to me. Will always remain that way too.
My secret? I'm so thankful for the game (and the Montreal Canadiens) for bringing my Dad and I the closest we've ever been in the 21 years I've been alive. I no longer have a favourite parent and for the first time in my life I know that my brother isn't the apple of my Dad's eye.
"I've never liked hockey but I would love to see what happens
in the locker room after a game"
1 comments:
Hahah they look like they are about to make out!
Aw to your dad! Dads are always wierd around girls like they are a diff species. Like they don't know to do with them or how to communicate. I love this:)
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