Its pretty overwhelming how much hockey I’m playing lately. 2-3 times a week and mostly late enough that it screws me up for a couple days. I haven’t done much league hockey though, which I guess is kind of strange. I ended up playing a league game at 8 rinks on Friday, which was pretty nostalgic for me. It reminded me of the less than great, but still fun ol’ days of playing in highschool. Not only because it was competitve and not just mean nothing hockey like i’m used to, but because we got the crap kicked out of us. I can remember maybe one or two teams that I’ve been on that actually won games on a pretty regular basis. The uninformed would say that was mostly because of some crappy goaltending, but that would be so untrue, and would really hurt my feelings. Damn near all of those losing teams were only in the game because I was playing so well.
And thats what it was like on Friday. We were getting totally shelled. They had almost twice as many skaters and some really skilled shooters, and as soon as we started getting a little gassed those shots were coming fast and frequent from the slot and in scrambles in front of the net. It felt pretty damn good even though we got the shit kicked out of us. Everyone came up to me after and said how much I was standing on my head and keeping them in it. Sometimes its hard to know what to do with compliments like that. Of course you play the best you can, but that can be like a totally different person from one night to the next. So I usually ended up nodding and thanking people. I can’t explain, but I always play a lot better when I’m up against tougher shooters and seeing loads of pucks.
It felt pretty damn good though.
Nothing like taking away some sure goals to get the weekend started. Now that its almost over I better get back to studying.
