Background: Justin and I met in college while pledging a coed service fraternity. A few weeks after we started dating, our fraternity had a pledge event at a hockey game.
When we arrived at the hockey game we were told that we (our fraternity) would be the halftime show. That is, we were invited to come on the ice and play broomball.
(SIDEBAR: Broomball is pretty self explanatory -- hit a ball with a broom into the goal)
Justin did not want to go.
Me being the pushy, overbearing, mean girlfriend tell him that all the other boys are playing broomball and he better get out there and play with the rest of them.
Justin did not want to go.
He said his shoes were not right for the ice (they were some sort of dress shoe -- not sure why he was wearing that to an ice hockey game anyway -- but whatever).
(SIDEBAR: They would not have skates on while playing broomball - they go out on the ice in the shoes they are wearing)
I tell him again he better go -- that he is acting like a little girl with all of his excuses.
Here is an actual picture of us most likely having this discussion:
So he decided to go.
I am not really paying attention because of course I am busy taking pictures with the girls
That's when it happened....
He FELL....
for most people this would not be a big deal.... for Justin, it was. He fell flat on his face, busted open his chin and had to be carted off the ice.
He was taken to the hospital and had to get 10 stitches.
The next week was picture week for the yearbook.
He was not happy with me (and neither were his parents) and has not yet let me live down the time I forced him out on the ice and sent him to the hospital.
Then I gave it a shot and it was sooooo much fun!!
Justin thought it was fun too!