Or greying blues.
I don’t know which vowel looks better. I doubt, though, that Dorian would agree to being a Grey instead of a Gray.
The old street hockey team uniforms were once blue, but they’ve been turning greyer, no, grayer — neither of them look good — for many seasons. Yes, my school has a street hockey team, just a dozen-years-old.
It doesn’t seem like a long time for a sport at a school, but when there are no balls to be thrown, kicked, struck with wood or passed around with hands, then it does seem odd.
My teammates and I believe the principal gets pleasure out of watching teenagers enclosed by protective gear (helmets, knee pads, wrist guards, elbow pads, and mouth guards) trying to play regular hockey without ice. We don’t get into fights for random reasons, but a slide across the asphalt and our skin starts dripping.
It is not cold enough for ice.
And even if it were, I don’t think the principal would prefer to see his body-conscious male students fully covered by protective gear and needing a lot more dental insurance than the local orthodontists and insurance agents would care to negotiate prices for services categorized as for the teeth or for the body.
The last I checked, the teeth are part of the body.
Now, our uniforms are blue again. And I still don’t know if gray or grey is better.
What do you say?
This piece of flash faction came to me while listening to this mix.