The weather report for Italy the past week showed a big circle of low pressure hovering over the whole country... and it wasn't moving... just staring... sitting there... awkwardly... chatting... lingering... and raining on things... like the last couple at a dinner party.. .. even after you go get your watch out of the bedroom (that you never actually wear but that you bought because you thought it would make you look sophisticated) and put it on.. just so right after you can glance at it in hopes that they see it and register the universal (non-rude, yet completely obvious) form of saying sorry, but please, if you can, get the heck outta dodge... and thankyou for the bottle of wine... It's never actually happened to me but it has happened on enough sitcoms that I've watched to make me think that this is actually quite common...
... But ya... what a low pressure system... So much of a low pressure system that it's rained days on end in Italy... So much of a low pressure system that the Tiber is a couple of inches from flooding... So much of a low pressure system that higher elevations saw 70 mms of snowfall in a night... and counting... So much of a low pressure system that it cancelled all hockey games for the league last Thursday...
... because the only thing connecting these northern towns are high passes... passes that are 180 degree turns up and down the side of a mountain... that are way too slippery for our bus (sans chains on the tires)... and that are way too narrow for bus to pass bus on opposite sides... same thing goes for bus passing snowplow...
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... and so Tuesday with the passes open again we travelled to make up the game... and we saw snow piled as high as our bus on each side of the road... roads still chalked in ice... and a bus slipping and swerving all the way up and down... ... ... It was surreal... in a very... crazy... scary... cool if we were on a GT and not on a bus... kinda way...
... We got to the rink over an hour later than we should have... nervous... tired... dazed... and with 28 minutes to get ready before warmups... Our best hope was that Alleghe would take us for granted... on account of us getting to the rink so late... and thus would come out... well... different in a much worse way than they actually came out...
... And I can honestly say that this was the first game this year our goalie won for us... sorta... as in he won a period for us... and then we woke up and started playing hockey... And after blowing 2, 2 goal leads we cemented it in the third on another first... a fluke goal... for a 5-3 win...
... Thankfully, on the way home, we took the extremely long, yet safe, way around the mountains on the highway...
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