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Dave got up at 6AM today to go play field hockey with a bunch of ladies. I'm guessing it was the "bunch of ladies" part that inspired him enough to get out of bed so inhumanly early, on a Saturday of all days.

Back when I first met Dave he was big into ice hockey. He may trip up stairs, but on the ice, he's smooth, like, ummm, ice? After we had lived in Central PA long enough to get the lay of the land, Dave started looking for a team to join. Unfortunately he had a minor stroke of bad luck in terms of timing. He happend to find a potential team the year the NHL went on strike, which meant all of the professional players were dropping down into the minor leagues, and the minor league players were dropping into the local teams, thus, the local team Dave found took itself very seriously and they played really hard. And Dave wasn't so much looking to win as he was looking to have a good time playing hockey. He never went back.

Enter Megan, stage left. Last month she joined a field hockey team that had just started up and although it's mostly women, apparently a few rival teams had recruited at least one guy for the intimidation factor and Megan, remembering Dave's love of ice hockey, told him he should come out and play sometime to see if he likes it. After giving it a lot of thought, Dave decided to give it a try. He has noted on more than one occassion how funny he thinks it is that Megan thought of him when they decided they needed someone intimidating on the field. He is the Southern Gentleman after all.

So far he's liking it. He was up late last night boiling his mouth guard and practicing how to manipulate the hockey stick. Next week's game is at a slightly more humane hour, so Henry and I may tag along to cheer him on. Although everyone wears sweatpants, I think they should make Dave wear a skirt for a more authentic field hockey experience.