Sunday, February 21, 2010

Go Team Go! (no, please, don't go)

We are right now at this very moment getting ready for Sam's (hopefully) last hockey game. They are in the playoffs and are a pretty good team. They are playing a team today that beat them 11 to 3 earlier in the season, so I am hoping with every fiber of my being that they get beaten today, (does that sound awful?) because if they don't get beaten today, they have a very good chance of going to the State Tournament which would mean a few weeks more of hockey and a(nother) weekend-long out-of-town tournament. I am willing to do just about anything to avoid that after watching 30,000 games, driving 110,000 miles to and from practices, and dealing with my nemesis.

I am thinking of hobbling their one and only goalie. I don't want to do it because he is the sweetest kid in the world, but he's a very good goalie. If someone were to give him a minor, totally non-permanent injury that would necessitate him wearing an eye patch for the next week or so, that would be perfect. "But Coach, I thought the puck was ten feet away and then it just went in! I don't know what happened!"



  1. They lost! Boo hoo! (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Yay for MEEEE!)

  2. I could almost hear Al Michaels saying "Do you believe in miracles???!!"

    Congratulations on another great hockey mom season.

  3. I hope Sam never sees this. Shame on you.

  4. Mom, he's a teenager. He can't think of anything MORE boring that reading his mother's BLOG.

  5. I clearly remember praying that my son's soccer team would lose games so I could stop lugging equipment and oranges and young boys who frequently socked each other or smelled like sweat and pee all over creation. I knew the experience was great for my son, who coincidentally is also names Sam, but is no longer a teenager - THANK GOD - but my goodness it was a miserable time for me!!! The next year, I had a chat with the parent who always seemed to be in charge of organizing everything. I got out my checkbook and asked, "How big of a check do I need to write to cover the cost of all of the parent costs for the whole season?" She named a price. I told her I would give her that much money if they would expect NOTHING from me other than showing up for games. We shook hands, I wrote the check and we all loved happily ever after. Of course Sam and I ate Ramen noodles for the entire season, but it was worth it!

  6. * named
    * lived

    note to self - read comments before clicking on PUBLISH YOUR COMMENT


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