More ... ice hockey?! Yeah, right.
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/15/books/chapters/0715-1st-gerth.html?pagewanted=print
Though she might have carried a grace and strength that belied her age, Hillary still had to deal with the usual childhood battles. At the age of four, shortly after the family moved to Park Ridge, Hillary struggled to find a niche among the neighborhood’s chaotic group of preschool children. She was given an especially hard time by a young girl named Suzy O’Callaghan, who was stronger and tougher than all the girls and most of the boys. Suzy often beat up the neighborhood kids, including Hillary, who ran home crying one day to tell her mother.
If she expected sympathy, her mother delivered none. “There’s no room in this house for cowards,” Dorothy told her daughter. “Go back out there, and if Suzy hits you, you have my permission to hit her back. You have to stand up for yourself.”
Sure enough, Hillary stomped outside and, with a circle of boys and girls watching (and Dorothy spying from behind the diningroom curtain), she returned one of Suzy’s punches, knocking the bully to the ground. Hillary returned triumphantly to her house, telling her mother, “I can play with the boys now! And Suzy will be my friend!” “Boys responded well to Hillary,” Dorothy later said with pride. “She took charge, and they let her.”
Indeed they did. Hillary emerged as one of the natural leaders in the children’s marathon games of basketball, ice hockey, kickball, and softball. Yet she preferred imaginative contests, like a rather complicated one called “chase and run,” which resembled hide-and-seek. When Hillary was ten or eleven years old, she began to join the grown-ups, playing pinochle with her father, her grandfather, her uncle Willard, and some of their odd pals, including two cranky old men named Old Pete and Hank, both terrible sore losers. (”Is that black-haired bastard home?” Old Pete would ask Hillary of her father as he marched up the front porch stairs, rattling his cane. “I want to play cards.”) More than once, Old Pete toppled a card table after a tough defeat.
OMW! I guess the Rats are so dumb that they just believe any load of malarkey she puts out there. It’s as if, her people sat around playing a game of “Can you top this?”