Reasons why the ACT is better than NSW - Ice

Agree with peterh…Crookwell was the coldest place I ever played

Stomping through iced-over puddles in gumboots is good.

Also fun is walking across pristine lush green, heavily frosted lawns, and then coming back later to see that your foot prints can still be seen. (The grass gets a bit mushed, and goes a darker green/brown where you crushed it.)

This photoessay series will ventually culminate in just one sentence.
Queanbeyan is beyond our border.

Otherwise its reading like the plastic-bag kid from American Beauty dicovering all manner of even more stupid and redundant things that they don’t have on the South Coast.
(Bottleshops attached to supermarkets! Gasp!)
(McDonalds open 24hrs! Astonishing!)
(Roundabouts and paved roads! Orgasmic!)

Overheard said :

Looks like a hockey goal to me. Involuntary shudder, remembering Saturday mornings in the late 70s, early 80s tending goal in full riot (no pun intended) gear at Southwell Park. The 8.30am starts were a b-tch, especially in situations like the one pictured — doing a half and half between field and ice hockey!

nah, crookwell carnival was much, much much worse. icy cold rain, sleet and snow, scoring goals with lumps of mud – could never find the ball again, think that the goalie was standing on it. parents yelling encouragement from within the cars (B*stards) and telling us to rug up.

southwell park was priceless in comparison, especially when you could get the ball to hum at groin level through the fog – almost sad, the damage you could do.

ah the memories. Left fullback was such a good position to play, and thumping forwards was a perk.

This site has become ‘soft’ lately. I wonder what has brought about this?

Joe Canberran said :

JB I get what you are saying and I too stare in wonder at some of those small things in our natural world but sometimes you sound a bit like a freak (not that there is anything wrong with that 😉

A little madness now and then is relished by the wisest men.

johnboy said :

But it staggers me how many manage to leave their water bottles behind on the ground every week.

I have never paid for a water bottle, so many companies and organisations give them away that I almost always have several spare around the house.

I imagine these younguns have exactly the same (lack of) emotional attachment to theirs as I do.

Looks like a hockey goal to me. Involuntary shudder, remembering Saturday mornings in the late 70s, early 80s tending goal in full riot (no pun intended) gear at Southwell Park. The 8.30am starts were a b-tch, especially in situations like the one pictured — doing a half and half between field and ice hockey!

verbalkint said :

for those who arent aware, that is taken at the smaller hockey/soccer fields across from Ainslie footy club (I assume, it might be at the fields near the mint too I suppose).

Anyway, it looks like the fields in Ainslie, and, as someone who goal keeps for a social sunday soccer team (www.sundaysoccer.com – its great, 7-a-side, mixed comp, lots of fun, always looking for new teams) I have to stand in that muddy puddle and get covered in that each week. So while ice is good and all that, it isnt so flash when it becomes mud.

I always think you guys (and girls) look like you’re having more fun than many would approve of.

But it staggers me how many manage to leave their water bottles behind on the ground every week.

JB I get what you are saying and I too stare in wonder at some of those small things in our natural world but sometimes you sound a bit like a freak (not that there is anything wrong with that 😉

Wow this reminds me of something I haven’t experienced since I was a kid. There was nothing more enjoyable than stompingaround in the ice just as it was in that nice mushy almost melted state.

In fact, I know what I’m going to attempt to do on the weekend.

for those who arent aware, that is taken at the smaller hockey/soccer fields across from Ainslie footy club (I assume, it might be at the fields near the mint too I suppose).

Anyway, it looks like the fields in Ainslie, and, as someone who goal keeps for a social sunday soccer team (www.sundaysoccer.com – its great, 7-a-side, mixed comp, lots of fun, always looking for new teams) I have to stand in that muddy puddle and get covered in that each week. So while ice is good and all that, it isnt so flash when it becomes mud.

You are sad. 🙁