my man wilson

part of yesterday that didn't go as planned was hockey at GM place - and really for no other reason than that i was very tired from two games the previous two nights and three lawns earlier in the day (one of which was the dog lawn...) i really need to keep snacks in the car...i start to lose it from a lack of food and then it's too late.
back to the hockey.
because the canucks - ha ha ha ha - didn't make the playoffs there's time available for rent at GM place. so dave 'killer' fortune arranged through his work and GM place a time for us to slap on the blades and play some shinny.
i got out there and was so tired and when one of the goalies had forgotten half his gear it became clear we were only gonna have one goalie, and i hate that...and the play was sloppy and much like being on a frozen lake and i just couldn't find the gears...so at half time, i made my way to the showers and then home. i just needed to sit down.
the one great thing though at the hockey was that craig northey had brought his son wilson out to play with us. all craig's kids are excellent and you'd wish if you ever were to have kids you get some like his - but i wouldn't...i'd get the bratty shit disturbers so...no kids here...
wilson was great out there with people not only twice or three times as old and he but also twice to three times as big. and there he was stealing pucks. good player that wilson. and better yet, a good guy.
ok. i'm gonna get some shit done.

more as it develops.

g. xo