Craptacular
Andrea and I played at 2 pm yesterday with the A-Team II. I had a really hard time getting into the game, I think in part because 2 pm is really early for a non-tournament game and because the skill level on both our team and the other teams is all over the map. I've grown spoiled by the homogeny on the Seals and in the women's league and it's hard to figure out which guy is actually fast, which guy can stick-handle too and which guy just can't stop. One guy checked me into the boards, hurting my hurt shoulder once again, then calling me honey afterwards when I tried to explain that this is a non-checking league.

DO NOT, DO NOT, DO NOT CALL ME HONEY ON THE ICE. Or ever.

Lucky for him, we'll be playing his team all season and despite me being just a girl to him, I'm acutally a much more skilled player so we'll see what happens next time I'm behind him on the boards. I hate to be like that but, HONEY? Come on.

We won 2-1, extending our record to 2-1. Not too shabby.

Late in the afternoon, I started feeling like crap and fell asleep for a couple of hours, waking up in time to admire Andrea's excellent yardwork and to have a quick dinner before the A-Team I played at 11 pm. Despite feeling like crap, I felt like I had a much better game. We also won that game, 3-1.

Today, I still feel like crap but at least I have 2 wins under my belt.