there's_something_on_the_wing ovenbird The thing on the wing is my son. On the left wing. He plays hockey and every time anyone mentions the wing I hear William Shatner’s voice in my head. I’m a terrible hockey mom. I still don’t really understand what offside is, and it’s been eight years now. I kind of understand icing. But it always makes me think of cupcakes. I miss half of the goals because I’m not following the play properly. When other parents get all upset and start yelling at the refs I almost never know what happened. And despite not caring about sports in any way, at any point in my entire life, I practically need an Ativan to be able to watch my son’s games. When he’s out there I’m suddenly so invested that I spend the entire hour quite literally shaking from anxiety. I want him to do well. I want him to feel proud of himself. I don’t want him to get another concussion. I don’t want him to break a bone. So I tremble violently until it’s over. He’s on the wing, I’m in the wings, we get through each season on a wing and a prayer…or something like that…I don’t know…at this point I’m just winging it. 251109 what's it to you? who go blather from