Snow Cones 3, Gang Green 4
Remember the guy who had the heart attack at the ice rink last week? He died. He was 29 years old and just scored a goal. He was sitting on the bench celebrating when he had the heart attack. He was buried yesterday, a lot of folks on Gang Green knew him and I think we were all freaked out by it. One would think that would inspire a clean game but no. Gang Green was super-agressive, I almost had a fight with this guy (who, admittedly, I don't really like anyway), he was pushing, shoving, poking with his stick so much that I asked him to back off. He wouldn't so I slashed him with my stick and got a warning. Me, pacifist girl. I knew it was time to cool off, that even though I suck, I had to be stronger than that and just play so well that his weak-ass tricks wouldn't stop me. So I did. I out-skated him and out-passed him, he couldn't even get close as the game went on.

A lot of folks on that team were like that, shoving too hard, poking too much and arguing with the refs over almost every call. Clearly, they were distraught over losing their friend and I have to admit that it freaked me out too but that's no excuse for playing like assholes. In the wise words of my team captain, you can't let your moods define you.