the other night as corie and i were leaving the rink, where we play the only game we can name - the good old hockey game, i saw off to the side, perched on the edge of the curb, a water bottle caddy that not only holds bottles but pucks as well...what was i to do?...it was 12:20 a.m., not a soul in sight, not a peep, so i took 'em....they'll be a good addition to the bomber family. you always lose pucks, you always need some water...we have, once again, been moved up a division in the league we play in over there. it should be fine, but it could be harder for us to maintain our perfect record (11-0 thus far...)....i've had a few suspect games in the last while but thought i played ok the other night...more dry land training is needed as well as some more games on the sheet. i'll lace e'm up thursday night which will be good...and at a decent hour, 7:45 pm, not the 10:30 ice time we had on sunday.
nice.
be good.
g. xo
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