Pooped
Between just a little too much hockey, not enough sleep, not enough sleep, too much work, too much stress about too many things and not enough sleep, my ass is Wiped Out. I meant to go to band last night, I really really did, but the instant I got home, I was so tired I pretty much fell into bed for a much-needed nap. The nap readied me somewhat for the A-Team 2's 11:15 pm game, but not as much as if I'd been fully-rested.

We played well, had a lot of help from our stronger skaters, though naturally, the only one the other team noticed was the guy, who only scored once, choosing instead to try and set up his teammates. They ignored the fact that one woman scored 2 of our goals, with The Mighty Steph putting in the fourth. Both Jean and Jeannette racked up assists, bringing our total to 4-1.

Early in the game I got checked against the boards by a true beginner who couldn't stop. I've played over 1000 hockey games and have NEVER been checked like that. I have to admit, it made me a lot more weary of going anywhere near this team along the boards, and in fact it reminded me that my whole style of co-ed play is built around NEVER being trapped along the boards with a big guy, anyone who can't stop or worse, a big guy who can't stop. Because when they fall, they'll fall on you and that shit hurts. In so many places, I couldn't think of where to ice it.

That move put me on edge and made me play a bit more conservatively than I would have liked to. But I'm well aware of my limits and chose not to risk injury. Had fun, though.