My husband is a big sports fan. He enjoys watching sports on TV and plays anything if there are people around to play it (which unfortunately isn't often). I'm sure he'd visit sportslair if he could elbow me off the computer more often. The one thing he plays competitively is hockey.
If you don't have a hockey player in your life then you don't know how much equipment is involved. A billion pads, huge padded pants, a helmet, sticks... it all gets carried around in a bag that is nearly longer than I am tall. And in between hockey games it has to be "aired out," because heaven forbid hockey players wash their crap on a regular basis.
My house isn't big and we use all the space, so finding a good "airing spot" is hard. My husband chose the floor of the "dog room," which is relatively inconvenient for me, but whatever, it could be worse. The dog room contains my dogs' three crates, and they sleep there at night. It also has the cat litter box, food, and scratching post. We close up the cat door into the room at night so that the cat is confined as well (otherwise he roams around meowing at all hours).
A few weeks ago, my husband was scrambling around the house getting ready for a game and he had to stop and clean off the lid of the hockey bag. "The cat peed on the top of my bag," he said with disgust. We figured with the lid lopped over onto the floor, for some reason the cat found it a good option for a potty. Weird.
Husband headed off for the game, but his phone call after the game was a lot less cheerful. When he unpacked his items to play, they were ALL COVERED IN CAT PEE! Now, dirty hockey socks tend to smell like cat pee anyway, but these were actually wet and sticky and he had NO CHOICE BUT TO WEAR THEM!
I could have found this scenario funny, especially when imagining my husband apologizing for a locker room of soon-to-be-sweaty hockey players for how bad he stunk, but I feared for the cat's life so I was appropriately solemn.
Amazingly enough, my husband didn't come home mad (I think they may have won the game, so maybe that helped - it doesn't happen often this season). He shook a finger at the cat, who adores my husband since he of course isn't a cat fan. Cats always bother the person who likes them least, but over the years Scottie has managed to work out some scratches from my husband as well as the rights to lick his cereal bowl. The cat is lucky he didn't blow the whole relationship thanks to this incident.
This whole thing did have a few positives involved. The hockey equipment did get washed and I think it's going to be aired out on the back porch for a while. So I come out of this well - no more smelly equipment in my way!
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