I was wrong.

Happily I would settle down and end the goal-a-minute spree the Five Holes were on.   Sadly it would do nothing to help my balooning GAA.

Better news would come Wednesday.  The tools of my trade --my goal pads and gloves would finally arrive after many mishaps in trying to get them ordered.   For the last couple of weeks, I had been getting by on a set I borrowed from the Starscenter.  They were great except for the fact that many moons of neglect left the blocker glove smelling like old cheese. The new pads and gloves smell great.

Thursday, I would join in pick-up hockey out at Iceoplex in Addison to break in the new pads.  It was an hour and a half  of activity with no intermission.  In a word -- greatness!  Some of those participating also played in the I-League and invited me to practice with them since their goalie couldn't make it.  It was yet again another night of intense work.

Tonight, Monday, I have skills class and practice.  The Ticket Chick can have the rest of my days and nights.  But tonight, I belong to the game.