Off to Vancouver at the ass-crack of dawn tomorrow for my first international hockey tournament. I know Vancouver isn't that far from the United States, but getting there still requires the assistance of my rarely-used passport. I'm a bit more nervous than I usually get before tournaments, mostly because my shoulder, while better than yesterday, is nowhere near 100%. The chiropractor did some magic yesterday, including two rounds of the electric stim (close relative of the electric slide, yes) that loosened it up a bit. Now sporting some magic tape from Japan, I'm somewhat improved.

But mostly not.

Our first game is tomorrow night. The worst part about this tourney is that it's the first one Andrea can't go to. I've never played a tourney without her in the stands. Wish me luck...