One Crazy Night
Last night, I subbed in blue for the first time since last season. Before the game, I did everything right -- slept long enough, ate the right amount of food at the right intervals and packed my very own (quasi-legal for me to have) blue jersey set. I was ready, by golly.
The first period, I was hanging out in front of the net, moving around, staying open and waiting for something to happen. I know my own limits enough to not be the chaser -- in blue, I'm leaving that to the truly fast people. Though I can keep up, my strength at that level lies in positioning and timing, so I worked with that. The puck got loose, I skated into it and shot on my backhand. In slow motion, the puck went into the air, dribbled and bounced -- right over the goal line! I was stunned, am still stunned that I scored a goal in blue!
Later, the scorekeeper told me it was a nice assist, that one of my teammates had somehow tipped it in, but everyone else, and of course, I, think it was MY GOAL, DAMNIT!
Fast-forward a couple of shifts. KP, who is perhaps the best blue player, sets me up with a nice pass. I bif it, waiting too long to swing, connecting with the puck just as the other player's stick is lifting mine. Crap. On the bench, KP said "I wrap it up and tie it with a golden bow for you! Put that into the net!" Okay, okay.
Later, KP gets a breakaway. I keep pace with her, it's 2 on 0. We come into the net, she's on one side I'm on the other. The goalie is lined up on her since she has the puck. Lesser players would just shoot, maybe scoring, most likely not. But KP, she knows what she's doing and feeds me the pass at the last second. If I'd missed, I would have been too embarrassed to every show my face around blue again.
But I didn't miss, I got that puck on my stick, took a second to ready it, then fired it right into the back of the net. A lovely goal, if I do say so myself.
Me! Two points in one game. In blue!
On my way home, I get a sort of panicked IM from Susan, mom of the twins. Turns out that both girls were having a very very bad night, wouldn't stop crying and with Daddy out of town for work, there weren't enough hands to help them go to sleep. I picked up my takeout food, then Andrea, and we headed over to the Great Palace of Crying, Angry Babies. We divided up the labor, taking turns until finally, first Riley, then Sam decided sleeping was a good idea. Though there was certainly a lot of trauma and angst leading up to it, the feeling of having a baby fall asleep on you when you're rocking them is really hard to beat. Especially when that baby decides to cooperate and actually go to sleep when you finally put her to bed.
It was a long night for everyone. Riley capped it off with a gigantic poop today so maybe she was just waiting for the Metamucil to kick in. I feel you, kid.
Today, I don't feel so hot. I'm hoping it's just a bad encounter with roast beef, but either way, my ass is actually leaving work early to go home to bed. Lameness abounds, yo.