hockey one, hockey two

I got a callup on Saturday that a friend had a free ticket to go see a game of ice hockey. It probably would have been more interesting if I'd brushed up on the rules before going, but nonetheless it confirmed the impressions previously engendered by the snippets I'd seen in news reports and Paul Newman movies, that its a game rich in both grace and violence but, as in all such games, the balance of the two is an uneasy one. Anyway, Rennes lost 5-4, in a match that was entertaining enough other than the opening third. After the game, we went for a kebab and a couple of beers at the Webb, followed by one with another friend at the Railway.