One of the few setbacks of being playing hockey at this level is the fact that the games don’t end until pretty late. Mix that in with a healthy dosage of residual adrenaline and greasy, post-game Applebee’s food and you’d find yourself up at all hours of the night too.
Well, three days into the year and it’s turning out to be a pretty good one. Clearly, my Grandpa George, after a long going dispute with the Big Man about how the other guy was a “Cornwinder,” got the job as my guardian angel. I must say though, it’s kind of an exhausting pace that’s been set so far. To add to the kayaking craziness of New Years Day, I managed to bury the OT goal against Moose Jaw last night. Dizzying. I’ll be honest, showing humility has been a bit of a challenge. Hopefully, the unwarranted “celebrity” status will blow over. In the meantime…
Evidently I’m more likable now.