Last night, I could actually make a Hockey Workout game. I played pretty hard, giving a few extra shoves of love until I got a couple in return. First a guy shoved me into the boards, hard. I called him a motherfucker. Then there was a scuffle in front of the net and somehow the same guy fell right on top of me and my arm, imprinting the inside of my elbow pad into my arm. It's a lovely bruise, according to Dylan it looks like I've been shooting up. Ow. We tied and are headed to the playoffs in first place. Woo.