Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Monday, March 30, 2020
Today's prompt is penalty box.
I have corrected this to reflect counting by prompts.
"Okay, but what if your failure to post an #UnderMyJersey pic is the reason we lose?" Spruce asked.
Al kept his eyes on Daisy who was leading them through the maze of the baseball stadium towards the field. "Lose this volleyball match or lose hockey?" he asked.
"The volleyball match," Spruce said. "Obviously we won't lose hockey."
Kunyk used his hand to knock on Spruce's head. "Knock wood. Spruce wood."
Spruce glared. "You think that's original or something?"
"I do not. But you can't simultaneously tell Stop he's gotta do something to maintain good luck and in the same breath declare we won't lose hockey like ever? Respect the luck. Prepare, but also respect."
"Good advice," Al said. He still wasn't posting a shirtless pic. Not because De Sorcy had fricking started it, although he was certainly aware of it. But more because he didn't want his hockey interviews to be about how good he did or didn't look under his clothes. He knew people were going to talk about it and speculate, he just didn't want to play directly into that. But there was no way to say that without sounding like a weirdo. Besides, Spruce was like the definition of All American corn fed. He'd never had to worry how he compared to traditional Western beauty standards. Al wasn't self conscious about his looks, but he also would rather spend time talking about just about anything else with reporters. Dentistry would be more fun.
They emerged onto the field, where a sand court waited in the middle. The publicity crew was already there with still and video cameras, and even a boom mike. Sienna was there along with three other women. She had on a t-shirt that declared, "See you in the court!" The shirt was tied at her side so that it fit very snugly. Her shorts were similarly snug, providing a view of her legs. Al glanced around the stadium. He had not spent any time thinking about how distracting having her on the other side of the net would be. He mentally reviewed all the rules they'd all gone over about volleyball. Ogling the opposing side had not come up, so he at least didn't have to worry about that.
He wouldn't be any kind of goalie if he couldn't compartmentalize, so he gave himself one more breath before turning back. Spruce was already introducing himself, shaking hands under the net with the women. Two wore shirts that matched Sienna's. The last wore a plain black shirt and a whistle dangled around her neck. "Hi," she said, "I'm your official for today."
"Hi," Kunyk said. "Thanks for coming out on what must normally be your off season."
She shrugged. "I do team stuff too, so it keeps me busy year round."
"Okay," Daisy said, "as a reminder, we're going to stop a lot to let the publicity folks get the shots they need. While we have an official here today, in general this should all be fun more than it is competitive, and of course, we'll get interviews with everyone about how much fun they are having. And also, no injuries today. Any questions?"
They all shook their heads.
The camera crews all converged and had them shake hands under the net again.
The ref, were they called refs in volleyball, Al hadn't paid any attention to that part, held up an arm. "I know this is mostly an exhibition game, but we're going to keep it clean. Okay, everyone ready?"
They all nodded. "These folks want to stage some action shots." She gestured at the camera crew. "So we'll use that as the warm up time before we get a real set in."
When Al's turn came to spike a ball over the net he moved in close. The whistle blow was fast.
"Watch your feet," the ref said.
He looked down and his left foot was all the way on the other side. He tugged his foot back.
"Watch out, Al," Kunyk said. "None of us are taking your turn in the penalty box today."
Al shook his head at Kunyk.
"Goalies, man," Spruce added, "they always try to play by different rules."
Al glared at Spruce too. Goalie gloves plus the official hockey family friendly stance normally limited his ability to use hand gestures to display his thoughts. But glaring even through a hockey mask was something he had been told he was pretty good at.
Once they had the shots, he moved back to the sidelines and tried not to get overly distracted watching Sienna take her practice hits over the net.
Sunday, March 29, 2020
So, yes, she might have impulsively suggested a volleyball game when she hadn't herself held a volleyball in several years, much less played competitively against people who literally trained as athletes every day. But she was going to show up, and do more than not be a liability to the two folks from the local volleyball team who were rounding out her side.
One of the KeKi member had suggested she watch "Top Gun" and several others had agreed. Sienna had no idea what a movie about planes would do to help, but she was certainly willing to give it a shot.
When she got to the volleyball scene she realized what all the fruit and vegetable emojis had been about. Oh my. She sent a quick post to her social media. "Thanks so much to those of you who told me 'Top Gun' might be helpful as I brush up on my volleyball skills. I'm not sure my volleyball skills got better watching it, but it certainly was a good reminder of the beauty of watching people use their bodies. Anyone know if hockey players look that good under their jerseys?"
Sienna settled in to watch the rest of the movie. Like a lot of classics, it had some great things and some things that hadn't aged well. But she could definitely see why the volleyball scene was memorable. And if the photos and clips the combined publicity teams for Sienna and the Domes could make all of them look even half that good, it would have been worth it.
Although Sienna wouldn't mind her side spiking the ball off of Albert's head a time or two. Spruce too, she supposed, since he was the one who had mouthed off about volleyball in the first place. But mostly she wanted to show Albert that just because she was new to hockey didn't mean she didn't have skills.
When she checked her social media a bit later, she saw her mentions had gone crazy.
@ChadeSorcy88 had tagged her into a shirtless picture with the caption, "This is what I look like under my jersey. Any of my fellow players ready to share?"
His pale skin was taut, abs well-defined. Well, if all hockey players looked like that, then Sienna was much more excited for this volleyball game.
Friday, March 27, 2020
are the elderly, and the immunosuppressed
Are the fearful, the anxious and irritable
are the ones who use humor to get by
the ones who could use a vacation anyway
the ones who fear for their life
blessed are the ones who are sick of it:
all the flawed logic, the security theater
Thursday, March 26, 2020
"Oh, hey," Al said, "the volleyball comment was all Spruce. I said nothing about volleyball."
"Nice," Spruce said, "just hang me out to dry. Excellent sportsmanship."
"Was it excellent sportsmanship when you decide to imply another entire sport was easy? Did you consult me on that play?"
"What are we, football players? We don't arrange plays ahead of time."
Al put his hands against his face. How had they dragged another sport into this? Why? Al was twenty six, goalies tended to peak a little later than other positions, although obviously everyone wanted to be the one to play a decade or two. Sometimes hanging with twenty-two year olds made him feel ancient.
"Before Spruce finds another batch of folks to insult," Kunyk asked, "I assume I'm here because you found out I played beach volleyball in high school?"
Daisy smiled. "Yes."
"You did?" Spruce said. "Was it in like a teeny bathing suit? Are their pictures?" Spruce held his hand together in prayer position. "Please tell me there are pictures."
Kunyk reached out and shoved Spruce's head.
"Hey!" Spruce said. "Wingers man. Can never trust them." Spruce patted his hair like he was checking for injuries.
"Sienna sent me her proposal for this. She had suggested playing at one of the local school's since it's still winter out. The baseball stadium did offer that we could stage a sand court and play there if we wanted. The stadium is open air though, so you would be playing in whatever temperature we got that day."
"Playing in sand is so much more fun. But are we inviting fans to this?" Kunyk asked.
Daisy sat up a little straighter. "Ideally no. We'd like to send a media team to record it, and of course Sienna wants to bring someone to take some photos and record some too. But they feel that keeping the fans out is best."
"What?" Spruce said. "Are you guys afraid we'll lose?"
Al turned to Spruce. "Have you ever even played volleyball?"
Spruce paused. "At camp probably?"
"I haven't played since freshman year of high school. Once I made the hockey team, I didn't have to do gym. And then I was playing indoor style, where there were like six players, not two. All I remember was how hard those balls were."
"Oh come on," Spruce said. "Pucks are harder."
Kunyk shoved Spruce's shoulder. "You're a puck. But seriously, listen to Al. I grew up in Florida. I could play beach volleyball when hockey season was out. But I was only okay. If you've never played in sand you're gonna land on your face." He looked back at Daisy. "Are we gonna have a way to practice ahead of time? That won't interfere with all the hockey practice?"
"If you all want to go sand, I'll see if they can set it up a few days ahead to let everyone practice. As for the hockey practice, the coaching team has proposed a schedule that they feel will have the leas amount of impact on team practice. Oh, and also, they wanted me to remind you, don't get hurt."
"I bet it wasn't nearly that nicely phrased, but thanks, Daisy." Al said. "Apparently Spruce and I are gonna learn how to play volleyball again."
"As long as no one gets hurt, it should be a lot of fun," Daisy said. "And I'm going to set up a meet and greet for you all will a local junior volleyball team."
Al nodded. Of course. He looked over at Kunyk. "So when you say you were just okay, was that aw shucks, I would have made the Olympic team okay, or was that, I only ate sand three times a game okay?"
Kunyk smiled. "Everybody eats sand, Stop. Everybody."
Al was torn. It would serve Spruce right if they got their butts handed to them by Sienna and whoever she was playing with. But well, he wanted to not be embarrassed. Especially in front of Sienna.
Wednesday, March 25, 2020
But Al had showered and changed into street clothes that he hadn't sweat buckets into and he found he didn't mind needing to stop and meet up with the junior players. He wondered if Sienna had stayed. He didn't care of course, it was just curiosity. She had been good with the junior players at least. Some of the folks who got invited to games and got special attention seemed the treat the whole experience like they were some sort of royalty. Like the players owed them something. Something more than just the game itself.
"Hey, Stop, you in a hurry?" Spruce, one of the defensemen, asked.
"Meeting with the junior team that played the period break. And then I get to go home. You off?" Al asked.
"Yeah, I'm all set. No one ever wants to hear from defense after the game."
"Are you telling me you're sad not to talk to the press?" Al shook his head and continued down the hallway.
"They are missing out on my sparkling Bull Durham impressions, but no. Do you need help talking to the junior girls team?" Spruce winked.
"Ew," Al said, "tell me you did not just wink about teenagers." Spruce was twenty-two so one of the younger players on the team, but still.
"Yeah, no, not horning on high schoolers. But come on, we all know who's waiting with the high schoolers." Spruce wiggled his eyebrows.
Al shook his head and shoved Spruce. "You are incorrigible."
"Do you think that will go over better or worse than unstoppable?"
Al rolled his eyes. He looked over at Spruce. "Do you really want to meet this Sienna, or are you just bored?"
"Why can't it be both?"
"Are you able to behave in front of the junior team?"
"Junior hockey players love me. I can talk to them about how I save your ass. Uh, expect I will remember not to say ass. Probably."
"You have to explain to Daisy why you were there if anything ridiculous happens. When something ridiculous happens."
"Daisy loves me," Spruce said.
Normally Al would have chuckled, but something in Spruce's tone stopped him. They were at the door. Al decided to leave it for later. They went inside. The junior players were all gathered around Sienna again. She was sitting on a table, still wearing the jersey they had given her.
"Here he is," Sienna said, "oh and it looks like he brought reinforcements."
"Hi, folks," Al said. "I'm sure you know Spruce."
Two of the players immediately yelled "Spruuuuuuuuuuce!"
"Well," Sienna said. "They have all been helping me learn all the good hockey terms, but I'm sure you all have questions for the real players, so go on ahead."
"Actually," Spruce said. "I have a question for Sienna. Still think volleyball is more fun?"
Sienna smiled. "Volleyball will always have my heart, but hockey has been amazing to learn about."
"I say any sport you can play in a bathing suit isn't much of a sport," Spruce said.
Well, Al thought, it hadn't even occurred to him to worry that Spruce was going to be embarrassing about other sports.
"Oh really?" Sienna said. "Well does that mean you think just anyone can play volleyball?"
Al moved his hand, meaning to place it across Spruce's mouth, to yank him or something but he wasn't quite fast enough in the post game state of energy.
"Volleyball is easy," Spruce said.
"Cool. Well, then you shouldn't have any trouble playing a game," Sienna said.
Leave it to Spruce, Al thought. Although really, what he should have done was left Spruce in the hallway.
Tuesday, March 24, 2020
The game resumed and she watched. She grabbed her phone, catching up on her mentions. She had found an account called All Things Must Pass that was run by four women who talked hockey in a way that was helpful and not mansplainy. One of them was live tweeting the game, so she checked that to sort of get a better understanding of what was going on.
After a bit she put the phone back down. It was information overload, and it was more fun to watch the players move across the ice. See where they bunched up, and split apart. Most of the action kept moving in the direction of the Piranhas goal, which was good, but meant she was at an odd angle to see it.
The period ended with no more goals. Al turned in her direction and she gave him a thumbs up. She still had no idea if he could see her, but half the fun of watching sports was pretending the things you did as a fan mattered.
They brought out what looked like an obstacle course of sorts for the period break entertainment.
When the game resumed Al was back on the other side of the ice from her. The shots on goal number displayed ticked up, but the score stayed firmly at 3-1. Until suddenly, Sienna could feel the fans collectively hold their breath. One of the Dome players had broken away from the pack and speeding with the puck towards the Piranhas. The stadium started cheering, but Sienna held her breath watching as he shifted his stick to flick the puck towards the goal. The siren sounded and the screens all shouted, "Gooooooaaaal!"
Now Sienna cheered. It was Kunyk, the same player who had scored earlier. The roster list on her phone told her he was a forward, along with a bunch of other numbers and letters.
The fans chanted, "We are the Dome!" and Sienna joined in. It was such a weird chant, although she supposed when your team was named after buildings, your options were limited. She reached down for the water bottle Daisy had given her. Had to keep the vocal chords ready to cheer.
The players moved to back near the Piranhas goal again, with two players - a Dome player and a Piranha player in the space between the bask side of the goal and the boards. There were scrabbling and banging sounds as they both went after the puck with their sticks, pushing and shoving each other. The Dome player whacked the puck toward the front of the goal where another hovering Dome player managed to elbow a Piranha player while flicking the puck with his stick. The sirens sound another goal again.
Sienna jumped to her feet and cheered. Now the game was tied. Oh gosh, this really was nerve wracking. As the time remaining on the period ticked down, she checked rules for ties. More play and a possible shootout. Sienna had forgotten how stressful it was to watch sports.
With one minute left, a Dome player flung the puck across the ice in the direction of the Piranha goal. Sienna could see one of the refs raise his arm in the air but the players raced towards the puck as it bounced off the back boards, wide of the goal. The Dome player flicked it towards the goal, and the Piranha goalie dropped to his knees and popped the puck back out onto the ice, where another Dome player smacked it back towards the goal.
Sienna was on her feet cheering as the siren sounded for the goal.
That was the last goal of the game and Daisy came to collect Sienna as they were announcing the stars of the game. "Pretty good game, huh?" Daisy asked.
"It was amazing," Sienna said.
Monday, March 23, 2020
"Hi, folks!" He waved to the room. "I'm really sorry I can't stay too long, but you looked great out there!"
The kids turned and waved. They turned back to Sienna who was on the other side of the room.
The kids turned and chanted, "We are the Dome! We are the Dome! We are the Dome!" And then waved at him.
He waved back, impressed that Sienna had so quickly recognized the issue and so gracefully provided him an out. People often joked about the amount of equipment goaltenders wore. But most never seemed to think about how long it took to remove them. If Al wanted to use the bathroom - and he always did, bad things happened when you tried to skip that step - seventeen minutes suddenly wasn't very long when you factored in making it to the locker room, removing the gear, and also needing time to get it all back on. It was one of the reasons he did way less mid-game stuff than his other players that weren't goalies. They all got to spend part of the game hanging on the bench. He spent every minute of game time on the ice.
He got his pads back on ahead of time and was able to do a few stretches. He could stretch outside the pads, but working the muscles with the pads on worked well for him and let him test that nothing had gotten strapped on too snugly or anything like that. Getting all the gear on was second nature at this point, but it didn't mean he didn't want to check.
They went back out on the ice. For the second period he was close to where he'd been alerted that Sienna was sitting. He looked over and she wasn't back in her seat yet. They were still doing final checks, but he wondered if despite all her insight she was already over hockey. Might decide to hang out with adoring youth hockey players, or even leave all together.
Oh, well, it certainly didn't matter and he had things he actually needed to worry about. De Sorcy hadn't scored at all in the first period which meant he was going to come strong this period.
And five minutes later, De Sorcy was cheering and hugging his teammates after scoring, and a minute after that, De Sorcy got passed the puck and popped it in the goal again. Al turned and grabbed his water bottle so he didn't have to watch the Piranhas celebrate. It was annoying because he had known that pass was coming, had braced for it, and De Sorcy still got that stupid puck past him.
Al wiggled his shoulder and got himself turned back around before the face off. He glanced over at the stands and saw Sienna sitting back down. Had she been there for the goal, or just gotten back, he wondered. Well, it didn't matter, he had a puck to keep an eye on.
Sunday, March 22, 2020
"You know what this means, right?" Jay said through the screen.
Sienna put away the clothes that they had decided against. The team marketing person had told her they'd have a jersey there for her at the arena, and to plan for it to be cold inside. Despite having lived in the DC area since high school, she'd never been to the arena. She'd never gone to a sports game, never been to a concert big enough to be in this arena. It was kind of exciting.
Jay's face on the screen was staring at her. Sienna had assumed it was a rhetorical question that didn't require her participation. "What?" she said.
"If the Domes lose, they'll decide you are a jinx."
"Okay," Sienna shrugged. She had lived her whole life ignoring hockey. Going back to that wouldn't be much of a stretch. Her mentions on social media had been a lot, a mix of folks mansplaining hockey to her, telling her she was too stupid to understand it anyway, and well, those were the nicer ones. But Sienna had been on the internet a while. And while sports fans were particularly creative in some of their threats, she could handle it. She was good at blocking and good at ignoring. If anything, this week had shown her that she should have listened to Jay and ignored the ex trying to score points off of her.
Wait no, that was old Sienna thinking. She had been invited to a hockey game, was getting a free jersey, and a chance to talk to teen girls who played hockey, and a chance to meet a hockey player. So, if anything the lesson here was to be open to new experiences.
Jay was still starting at her. "Seriously, Jay, it will be fine. Either they win the fish game-"
"Piranhas. They are called the piranhas."
Sienna leaned closer to the camera. "Piranhas are fish aren't they?"
Jay sighed. "Yes."
"So, either they win the fish game, and I'm a good luck charm and they have to invite me back forever. Or they lose and I'm a jinx and I still got to go to a hockey game for free. It's fine." She smiled.
"Okay. Try not to call them fish at the game."
Sienna smiled and ended the call. She knew Jay was going to text her to remind her not to call them fish. But Sienna liked calling them fish.
Sienna's seats were in the second row just around the corner from one of the goals. She had gone live for a bit, so show what a great view of the action she had, and also to show how fast the hockey was. She had watched a few clips before coming. Okay, she had tried watching a whole game but she had gotten distracted. But in person it was so fast. And you could feel the chill, and hear the skates and sticks and bodies moving across the ice. Plus the entire stadium was rocking. Fans cheered, the screens planted overhead constantly told you to cheer, or make noise, or stomp, or clap. Music played anytime the game stopped, which happened more than she had expected.
Daisy from the team appeared on the cement stairs next to her. "Having a good time?"
"I am!" Sienna said. So far there had only been one goal, for the Piranhas. But it had been during a penalty so the Domes had been short a player, which was kind of a fascinating rule. Sienna still was relying on a lot of the information they put across the screens to figure out what was going on, or the music cues, but the goal thing had been very clear. Being in the second row, she was near enough to both see and hear the players thud against the boards and the glass.
"We're coming up on the end of the period. The junior girls team will come out and scrimmage on the ice, so keep watching. They will only go for about ten minutes, then I'll grab you and bring you back to say hi to them, and - oh-"
Daisy's eyes fixed on the ice so Sienna turned and looked. Two players, a blue jerseyed Dome player and a white and green jerseyed Piranha player were skating towards the goal. The Dome player had the puck and the Piranha player kept trying to grab it with his stick, but the Dome player kept shifting it away while still moving towards the goal. The other players were all skating towards them, but they were out in front of the pack. The Dome player shifted again, and it almost felt like the whole crowd hushed for a second. He flicked the puck towards the goal.
The goalie hunched in a way that seemed to make him look both more compact and larger at the same time as the puck flew towards him. From this angle Sienna could only see that the puck was moving towards his arm. Looking up at the screen overhead wasn't much clearer, but a siren sounded and the whole stadium cheered. Sienna watched the replay on the screen. The puck had gone into the tiny bit of space between the goalie's arm and the bar of the goal.
"Kunyk has such a great snap shot," Daisy said quietly.
Sienna nodded and made a mental note to figure out what a snap shot was. But now the teams were tied. So, that was good.
The remaining minute of the period was less eventful. As it ticked down to the last seconds, the players themselves seemed to skate slower, as if they needed a break.
The two junior girls teams came out, each adorned in mini Dome's jerseys, one set blue, and the other white. They looked a little lost and overwhelmed, although, with the full face shields, it was kind of hard to tell, so maybe Sienna just imagined they were overwhelmed. Some of the fans had left immediately to go do other things during the break, but the ones who remained leaned forward and cheered any time one of the teams got close to a goal. It was pretty cute. The players waved as they wrapped up their scrimmage. Sienna waved back. Daisy returned and led her up and then, through a door marked staff, that got them into an area that was much more quiet.
"Oh," Daisy said, "I should warn you that Albert doesn't like doing mid-game stuff, especially against the Piranhas, so if he seems like grumpy or anything don't take it personally."
"Okay," Sienna said. That didn't seem ominous at all.
Friday, March 20, 2020
Prompt one is here. Prompt Two is icing.
Hockey nicknames could be a dangerous thing. Especially when you had a name like Albert Tseu. He'd grown up watching hockey, with his parents. His mom was Canadian born and raised. His dad was not, but had happily adopted the sport and ensuing traditions. So he had watched names get shortened, or, in they were already short often get an added syllable like an "er" or an "ie". When your last name was Tseu that was dangerous.
So, after a deep discussion about this at the age of nine with one of his junior hockey league teammates they had decided the only way around this was a better nickname.
As nine year olds, the obvious goalie nickname had been Unstoppable. Of course, over a decade later Al knew that naming yourself Unstoppable was just headline fodder in the worst way. And that everyone just called you Stop. Not Unstop. Or Stopie. Or Unstoppable. Stop.
Coming out of the locker room after practice, he spotted Daisy leaning against the wall. She straightened at the sight of him, confirmation that yep, it was him and not one of the other players still changing she was waiting for. Daisy worked in the Domes' Youth Hockey Development department. So she often worked with the team, planning appearances at youth hockey events, setting up meetups with the various teams that scrimmaged during the period breaks. But she usually didn't need to talk to them after practice for that, those were set up way in advance.
"Hi, Albert," she said.
"Hi, Daisy," he said. He had a feeling that whatever this was meant he wasn't getting home where he had food and a couch as soon as he had hoped.
"So, I saw your post about representation and I wanted to run something by you." She smiled.
He could tell Daisy was nervous. He suspected the rant he had made to the marketing department about how he was not doing any more interviews for Hockey is for Everyone month where the reporter kept asking if he was the first Asian American hockey player anymore had trickled over to the other staff. Well, good. He was happy to be a face for kids who wanted to see people like him playing professional hockey. He wasn't the first, he figured he wouldn't be the last. But in the end, being Asian American didn't change anything about how he played hockey. No one asked the Swedish and Russian players if they faced challenges learning to play hockey. Al had grown up in Maryland. The biggest challenge he had faced was the long rides to the games in New Jersey.
He nodded at Daisy to let her know to continue.
"What if we invited Sienna to a game, had her meet you, sit with a team rep, and give her your jersey to wear and all that."
"Sienna?" he asked. "Oh right, Sienna Clear." It sounded like a fake name to him, but whatever, he had nicknamed himself Unstoppable.
"Sienna George, actually," Daisy said. "She's got a huge following, primarily women, and that's also why we'd like to invite her for the night we have the two all girl teams playing in the period break." Daisy smiled.
In hockey, players sometimes flung the puck all the way to the other side of the rink, basically getting the puck the hell away so they could get back on better footing with the other team. It generally didn't apply to goalies, but the easiest way to get it waved off, was to race up and retrieve the puck yourself. It seemed being a goalie wouldn't save him from having stuck himself into this conversation. And now he was going to spend time making nice with a person who seemed to think volleyball was somehow exciting.
"Okay," he said.
Daisy nodded. "I'll send you the details. It'll be for the Piranhas game."
Al's shoulders sunk. This was the real reason Daisy had been nervous. The Piranhas had a freaking center named Chad De Sorcy who was Al's nemesis. Al didn't even much buy into the nemesis BS. Often had great camaraderie with folks the press liked to claim he hated. But he actually hated De Sorcy. Hated his smug looks, his ridiculous hair, and the way that De Sorcy had never ever, not once, managed to not score multiple times against him. Every time they played the Piranhas he got asked about it. There were multiple headlines punning on his nickname, and sometimes De Sorcy even liked to give pithy quotes like, "Gosh, he's never seemed that unstoppable to me."
So he had a no Piranhas rule for the meets with fans, with youth hockey, and all of that, because he just needed to be the hell away from impressionable children and microphones around Piranhas games. But it looked like he was making an exception.
Thursday, March 19, 2020
"My ex is so dumb, she thought a face off was when you take off all your make up."
Sienna George sighed and put the phone down. Her business partner Jay had already told her to ignore it. Leave it alone. It was wise advice.
She tried to work on her next post for her KeKi leaders group. After a fruitless five minutes that had felt like twenty she gave up and grabbed the phone. Her last ex had cleaned out her bank account on his way out the door. This one was trying to build himself up by taking her down. She knew better to engage. But it was so irritating.
She looked outside her window and had a burst of inspiration. She checked her makeup, everything looked good there. She went outside where some kids had set up a volleyball net. They had even been kind enough to leave the volleyball. She grabbed the ball, and posed in front of the net, taking several selfies.
Posting it to instagram, she captioned it, "What can I say? I've always been more of a volleyball girl, having grown up in Hawaii. Don't see to many folks who look like me playing hockey. #Aloha #Volleyball #WhoNeedsHockey #AAPI
Sienna hit post and felt so much better. It wasn't going to stop the ex, but she had such a great batch of followers these days, plus all the folks involved in KeKi.
She went back upstairs and wrote a post for the KeKi leaders about recognizing progress from past mistakes.
Sienna smiled. Jay did that a lot. Texted Sienna just her name, leaving Sienna to wonder was this an excited Jay, an exasperated Jay, a Jay who needed coffee, or possibly all of the above.
Sienna opened up a video chat, waving when Jay accepted. "Hi, Jay, how are you doing?"
"I thought we agreed you were going to leave it alone."
Sienna tipped her head. "We agreed that was a very sensible option, yes." After chatting with some of the folks in the KeKi app, Sienna had fallen asleep watching a movie. She hadn't even remembered to check social media. Or well, she had, but she had seen the text from Jay and not knowing if it was urgent, focused on that first. She hadn't even showered or put on makeup. In fact, she squinted at her face in the corner of the screen, okay, she had remembered to take the makeup off last night. That was at least something.
"Fine," Jay said. "But maybe try not to piss off an entire legion of sports fans for today. Is that a reasonable goal?"
"Yes," Sienna said slowly. Had she already pissed of a legion of sports fans. Sienna was accustomed to making waves on the internet. But she hadn't spent a lot of time on sports. Unless sexy yoga poses counted, but she suspected they did not.
"And when you say yes," Jay said, "so we're on the same page this time, I mean do not piss of any more sports fans today. Sports fans buy things. We like people who buy things."
"Yes," Sienna said.
Jay ended the call and Sienna took a breath and popped open her social media.
It seemed the most popular response led her to a page of a bearded dude with dark hair and light brown skin. His handle was @UnstoppableTseu.
He had a selfie where he pointed at his face. The caption read "Hockey is for everyone, isn't just a saying. There's more work to be done in hockey for sure, but AAPI kids out there, I want you to know there are hockey players like you. #AAPI #AAPIPower #WeAreTheDome
Sienna clicked the #WeAreTheDome hashtag and found a bunch of hockey posts. It appeared to be a hashtag for the local Washington Domes hockey team. And looking at their team roster it appeared Albert Tseu was their goalie. Well shoot. Sienna had pissed off a legion of sports fans, and tried to make a statement about representation without doing the most basic of fact checks. And this Albert Tseu even played for her local team.
Never let it be said that Sienna George couldn't get a lot done for someone who wasn't naturally a morning person.