As some as you know, I can get a bit emotional about things.
So believe me when I tell you that after 40 minutes of haulin’ ass and having the adrenalin pumping, when the clock turned 9:41 last evening and the lead instructor was too busy talking to another coach at centre ice to stop the drill, gather the pucks and get the scrimmage going, I was ready to say my piece.
So we didn’t actually get going until 9:43. So there was one less shift to take.
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What was the highlight last night? Easily the unseen evolution into somebody who has now skated enough to wonder if buddy who sharpened my blades knew what the hell he was doing. Although, I didn’t lose an edge all night (despite a couple of crashes into the boards as I was perfecting my Marty Havlat turn away ) I just felt my right inside-edge wasn’t catching the ice like it should.
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