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    helmets
  • A hard or padded protective hat, various types of which are worn by soldiers, police officers, firefighters, motorcyclists, athletes, and others
  • (helmeted) equipped with or wearing a helmet
  • The arched upper part (galea) of the corolla in some flowers, esp. those of the mint and orchid families
  • (helmet) armor plate that protects the head
  • (helmet) a protective headgear made of hard material to resist blows
  • A predatory mollusk with a squat heavy shell, living in tropical and temperate seas and preying chiefly on sea urchins
    hockey
  • Hockey refers to a family of sports in which two teams play against each other by trying to maneuver a ball, or a puck, into the opponent's goal, using a hockey stick.
  • field hockey: a game resembling ice hockey that is played on an open field; two opposing teams use curved sticks try to drive a ball into the opponents' net
  • Hockey is an album by John Zorn featuring his early "game piece" composition of the same name. The album, first released on vinyl on Parachute Records in 1980, (tracks 4-9), and later re-released on CD on Tzadik Records with additional bonus tracks as part of the The Parachute Years Box Set in
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Miller 245135 Welding Helmet Elite Hockey Canada
Miller 245135 Welding Helmet Elite Hockey Canada
Miller # 245135 Hockey Canada Welding HelmetPart # 245135Elite SeriesThe Ultimate Helmet for the Most Demanding ApplicationsAuto-On/Auto-Off and Grind Mode 4 oz. lighter than leading competitor Largest view30% larger window Four independent arc sensors Excellent low-amperage TIG (5 amps) Features magnifying lens holder Includes $25.00 accessory package: helmet bag, comfort cushion, and replacement cover lensesShade TypeVariable shade#9 - #13 and #4 light-state Viewing Field2-3/8" x 3-7/8"(60 x 97 mm) Lens Speed1/20,000 second Lens PowerControlAuto-OnAuto-Off Grind ModeYes Sensitivity ControlInternal Adjustment Delay Control0.10 - 1.0 sec Arc Sensors4 arc sensors TIG Rating5 amps Power SupplyReplaceable lithium battery3,000 hrs#217043 (2 req.) Cover LensFront #216326, Inside #216327 Weight18 oz (510 g) Warranty2 year limited

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Every winter, my brother-in-law, Owen and his neighbour Steve build an small ice rink that spans their two front yards. This year, the rink is 46' long and with new boards, beautiful to behold. Every child that I spied zipping around the ice wore a helmet, whether they were playing hockey or not. My nephew has different helmets for hockey, down hill skiing and biking. I don't think I had a helmet for any of those activities when I was young. You know, back in the dark ages.
Hockey Gear Chest
Hockey Gear Chest
I built this for my son to put his sweaty hockey gear into after the games. It has a fan in it to dry the clothes quickly. You can see the fan switch on the side.The bottom compartments are for the skates and helmet. The upper is for the garmets.

helmets for hockey
helmets for hockey
Humorish
BASEBALL
I’m glad I played baseball when I was little, otherwise I’d have missed learning a lot of things that served me well later.
Things like don’t put your head up when someone says, “Heads up,” don’t misjudge, and don’t speak softly unless you carry a big stick are important. Also, it’s better if you don’t learn them all the hard way.
I also found how events seem slow-motion just before an accident, how to treat a black eye and why not to play catcher without a face mask. Good tips all.
And everyone was right about sports developing fair play. Teams were extremely fair about picking me for their side. “You take him.” “No, you take him!” “No, you take him!” It brings a lump to my throat yet.
Also, team sports have a definite advantage over individual sports because your teammates give you encouragement. They pushed me (though sometimes literally) to set lofty goals and reach them.
Take, for instance, catching a fly ball without getting hit in the face, picking up a grounder without getting hit in the face and sitting in the dugout without getting hit in the face. Darn foul balls.
I achieved all these goals during my career. And my teammates were there to give me a cheer, it being beside the point what kind of cheer.
Not that I couldn’t hit. It’s just that their standards were so strict. What’s wrong with close?
I even pitched once, to some effect. After what happened to the first hitter, no one on the other team wanted to bat. It’s amazing the power you gain by throwing a baseball as hard as you can right past someone. Especially when your control’s not so good. (At least it’s points in my favor for all the religious conversions.)
I know the umpire was amazed. He said I was in a different league altogether – though he mumbled which one exactly – just before he threw me out of the game. It was high praise.
But my ultimate goal was one I had to keep to myself, mainly because my teammates were already prone to laughing at odd moments. I wanted to hit a home run.
But it kept eluding me. One time I did hit the centerfield fence. When I was running to catch someone else’s fly ball. After I came to, they told me that didn’t count.
Eventually, I had to give up my baseball career without hitting a home run. It was a bummer, but I think it was for the best. The fun had gone out of baseball. Once you leave the Little Leagues, it gets so demanding: “Hurry up with that water!” “Where’s my bat?” “Wake up!”
No, it was time for a change.
So I switched to slowpitch softball, which proved a lot of fun. I could use everything I learned in baseball, and the softball team said I could play a lot more, too. Luckily I already knew how often there’s a blue moon.
In softball, I continued my quest to hit a home run. But it proved even harder than in baseball. A softball moves slower and weighs more. So I began to fear I’d never hit it out, almost as much as I now fear a gas-station attendant say, “Fill ’er up?”
Thus, I turned to any potential solution. I was desperate. That, of course, leads inevitably to one of two possible ends: psychology or infomercials. I picked psychology. (Though it was a close call).
I decided the power of positive thinking from sports psychology was just the ticket. That’s how I’d hit a softball over the fence and take my long-awaited trot around the bases.
That is, if I wasn't too fat to make it. (The only thing better than winning at slowpitch softball is commiserating with the losers afterward around the keg.)
For the rest of this column, see "Humorish."

BASEBALL
I’m glad I played baseball when I was little, otherwise I’d have missed learning a lot of things that served me well later.
Things like don’t put your head up when someone says, “Heads up,” don’t misjudge, and don’t speak softly unless you carry a big stick are important. Also, it’s better if you don’t learn them all the hard way.
I also found how events seem slow-motion just before an accident, how to treat a black eye and why not to play catcher without a face mask. Good tips all.
And everyone was right about sports developing fair play. Teams were extremely fair about picking me for their side. “You take him.” “No, you take him!” “No, you take him!” It brings a lump to my throat yet.
Also, team sports have a definite advantage over individual sports because your teammates give you encouragement. They pushed me (though sometimes literally) to set lofty goals and reach them.
Take, for instance, catching a fly ball without getting hit in the face, picking up a grounder without getting hit in the face and sitting in the dugout without getting hit in the face. Darn foul balls.
I achieved all these goals during my career. And my teammates were there to give me a cheer, it being beside the point what kind of cheer.
Not that I couldn’t hit. It’s just that their standards were so strict. What’s wrong with close?
I even pitched once, to some effect. After what happened to the first hitter, no one on the other team wanted to bat. It’s amazing the power you gain by throwing a baseball as hard as you can right past someone. Especially when your control’s not so good. (At least it’s points in my favor for all the religious conversions.)
I know the umpire was amazed. He said I was in a different league altogether – though he mumbled which one exactly – just before he threw me out of the game. It was high praise.
But my ultimate goal was one I had to keep to myself, mainly because my teammates were already prone to laughing at odd moments. I wanted to hit a home run.
But it kept eluding me. One time I did hit the centerfield fence. When I was running to catch someone else’s fly ball. After I came to, they told me that didn’t count.
Eventually, I had to give up my baseball career without hitting a home run. It was a bummer, but I think it was for the best. The fun had gone out of baseball. Once you leave the Little Leagues, it gets so demanding: “Hurry up with that water!” “Where’s my bat?” “Wake up!”
No, it was time for a change.
So I switched to slowpitch softball, which proved a lot of fun. I could use everything I learned in baseball, and the softball team said I could play a lot more, too. Luckily I already knew how often there’s a blue moon.
In softball, I continued my quest to hit a home run. But it proved even harder than in baseball. A softball moves slower and weighs more. So I began to fear I’d never hit it out, almost as much as I now fear a gas-station attendant say, “Fill ’er up?”
Thus, I turned to any potential solution. I was desperate. That, of course, leads inevitably to one of two possible ends: psychology or infomercials. I picked psychology. (Though it was a close call).
I decided the power of positive thinking from sports psychology was just the ticket. That’s how I’d hit a softball over the fence and take my long-awaited trot around the bases.
That is, if I wasn't too fat to make it. (The only thing better than winning at slowpitch softball is commiserating with the losers afterward around the keg.)
For the rest of this column, see "Humorish."

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