During warm-ups last night at my hockey game I experienced what few people will get the chance to in their lifetime. Our captain, Billy, unloaded his powerful slapshot from the blue line. It was a bit high and off target and caught me right in the head, about where my left temple is. It ricocheted off and jarred me a little but didn't knock me over. It was just LOUD. I heard a bunch of voices yell, "ohhhhh!". It took me a second to realize what had happened, and then I continued skating. What the hell were players thinking in the 70's with their 70's hairdos playing without a helmet? wacko.