It's Friday, so a little Theuriau Lusting (TM) might be in order

Courtesy of Phin.

UPDATE: The Irish Elk wants to know if Melissa can skate?

I don't know, but the Elk has some reasons to follow Olympic women's ice-hockey.

In college, I used to go to all the women's ice hockey games, particularly senior year when we lived right next to the rink. It was great entertainment for a number of reasons:

1. No security = being able to bring in exceptional amounts of liquor, even by late 1980s standards. Nothing quite like watching a hockey game with a keg in the stands.

2. No security = being able to smuggle in large amounts of contraband to throw on the ice after goals, even again by late 1980s standards.

3. Some really good games. Basically, you'd have 2 women on each team who played some really serious hockey growing up, and about 9 others who were either good figure skaters fallen on hard times or were enamored by the ideological zeal of the whole thing (I'll show THE MAN what I think of his patriarchial oppression of wimmin folk everywhere----I'll play ICE HOCKEY!) As you can imagine, jailarity ensued, given that there was usually only one ref on the ice at a time to enforce the no checking/no slashing etc rules. Within the fifteen foot ambient sensory zone of the ref, there would be some pretty clean and decent (albeit verrrrrry slow and rather polite) hockey going on; outside of that 15 foot zone, for the love of gawhd it was Thunderdome, with some of the most vicious off-puck hooliganism I have ever had the good fortune to witness. There was nothing quite like the thrill of watching some Wimminist House Resident with long Steinam tresses hanging down from the back of her helmet discovering the power in being able to use the stick to completely slash out the back of someone's knees, only to watch her get completely blasted laterally into the boards by the other team's enforcer with absolutely no hope of the ref seeing it and issuing a penalty. Add that together with the vast quantities of beer and the contraband and you've got a wintertime party worthy of the Hanson Brothers.

4. The guy who drove the zamboni was also the guy who was the rigger at the boathouse, and was quite amenable if you brought a case of Canadian beer over to let you drive.

Nothing beats blowing off studying for an exam because you are DUI in a zamboni.

LB Buddy can back me up on this one (if memory serves, Mrs. LB Buddy was on the women's ice hockey team for awhile....)