Lemme See Ya Miller Lights...

The Maven just returned from her son’s hockey tournament in the Motor City and She’s come to the conclusion that there are 2 types of “hockey moms.” There’s the “Sarah Palin-pitbull-with-lipstick” variety and then there’s the “okay-the-games-are-over-where-are-we-going-for-drinks?” variety. Luckily, The Maven’s son’s hockey team has at least one of the latter.


Not only does this hockey mom have her priorities in order, the girls got a poker-faced humor.  For example:   As a dentist, The Maven thought she’d seen and heard the full complement of dental jokes. Not so. On our recent Detroit trip, in a crowded bar/restaurant with about 12 of the other parents (mostly male) and our 12 kids, hockey mom asks if The Mave had ever seen “Miller Light Teeth.”   Huh? Well, goodness. Why, no. I don’t believe The Maven has ever seen Miller Light Teeth.

Hockey mom proceeds to skillfully remove the label from her bottle of Miller Light and with origami precision she folds and tears the logo-bearing oval. She turns away for a moment and then turns back and smiles.

Behold: 
Miller Light Teeth

Say what you will, but that, there takes some ingenuity. The Maven nearly fell off her barstool when hockey mom flashed Her with that one - ‘course, The Maven was already knee deep in Chardonnay, but that’s neither here nor there. Sister even had enough chutzpah to place her dead-pan dinner order with a perplexed 20-something waiter while sporting her Miller Lights.

From what I recall, our boys did okay in the tournament. But, The Maven can say with absolute certainty that the off-ice activities were outstanding.

Of course, that does leave the other type of hockey mom…and we all got to experience the richness of that too in Motown. But, let’s save that for another post though. ‘Cuz The Maven’s still savoring the Miller Lights.