"This is not a spectator sport."

Blair was firm in this. Trying to talk her out of it was looking for some sort of fight or argument or really a whole host of bad decisions. This was not something you wanted to get into with her. It was best to just surrender. Smiling prettily, she tilted her head. "It isn't a racetrack, we're not betting on horses or dogs, this is hockey. You play, unless lack of limb prevents you."