mountain you don't have the first understanding of sports.
I've grown playing hockey like every other good ol' Canadian boy. My dad was a college hockey player, my uncle was a teenage star, I was suppose to be a good hockey player. And I loved it my entire life.
But I quit high-level hockey when I went to college, opting not to try out for the varsity/secondary team because of time demands as opposed to schooling. My only retreat then was the mens league that ran out of the university arena. Sadly, this was not the level of play I was accustom to and it became boring very fast. I started to miss the physicality of my old game; the hitting, the pushing, the cheap-shots, yes, even the fighting.
One game near the end of the season we played a team with a particularly scrappy player. He was playing left wing and I was playing right defense, and I was on the ice most of the time he was, so we played the whole game against each other much rougher than we did against any other player. We were jabbing sticks into each others stomachs, punching when the ref wouldn't see, raising our fists a bit when we hit each other... just generally going at it like it was Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals.
With 12 seconds left in the game the puck and both of us were infront of my net and I was doing my best to keep him from scoring. As the horn blew the friendly jabs had turned into real fists and we were in a full out fight. If anyone on either team besides us had been a real hockey player, he would have stepped in to help his teammate, but we appeared to be the only ones with some chutzpah, so we were in it alone.
Gloves came off, helmets came off, and a real fight ensued. At one point he elbowed me in the neck in a weird, accidental sort of hit. I fell to the ground for a second, coughed up some blood and got back up. I hit him square in the jaw and knocked him into my team's net, so his back kind of snapped against the crossbar of the net. He fell to the ground and got back up just as two referees stepped between us and held us apart.
He was still looking at me and I at him trying to figure out if we would attempt to break free of the ref to continue pounding each other. He reached out his hand in what I thought was another punch.
All he did was tap me on the side of the face and (en francais) said: "Thanks man, good fight!"
I responded in kind and we skated off the ice chatting and comparing wounds.
That's what physicality in sports is about. It's all just men having fun in a physical manner in a forum where it's healthy and acceptable. I came home that night and coughed up some more blood before my roommates and girlfriend lambasted me for taking pleasure in such a "sick activity". All I could do was shake my head and accept that they'll never understand what it is to a sportsman.
This tells me that shaking hands is nothing more than a formality, an exception imposed by society
1. I would never shake the hand of an opposing player I didn't respect.
2. It is not a formality, it is a sign of respect and a reminder that it's all just a game.
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This is what sports are about.