9. The Hockey Stick

It stood in an old, musty hardware store

it wasn't just any stick,

it was a curved stick

covered in a layer of dust

hiding its beauty, hiding its power.

I wanted it badly.

I spotted the grimy old sticker.

Two bucks. Two bucks?

I had two bucks!

 

When I got home, I cleaned it.

I taped it. I tucked it into bed.

I was so damned excited

I slept with it.

 

Fifty years later

I still get razzed about it.

But it was the best two bucks

I ever spent.