The Girls Inc. girls visit I arranged couldn’t have gone better. They were engaged and asked questions. We showed them the locker rooms, let them touch the ice, even dressed one of them up in gear (which was all too big, of course, so she kind of looked like ET). I made them each a roster sheet listing the name, number, age and occupation of the Ms. Conduct gals, plus they all got hockey pucks with Ms. Conduct logos and gift bags from the awesome ones at Jake’s Downtown.
I regale the girls with hockey stories in our locker room before the game.
Our good-natured volunteer in her three stages of hockey preparedness.
Between that game and the next, a trip to LWR Medical Center revealed no fracture. “What did they say about playing?” was the question from teammates. “I didn’t ask.” I took off the splint the ER had given me, threw on a K-Mart wrist brace and went to the car to grab my gear, admitting to CCB, “This may not be the smartest thing I’ve ever done.”
I await the docs at LWR’s ER.
We lost the next game 4-3. I had another goal (purely by way of adrenaline, I think). I didn’t fall down any more. Good thing, too, because I would’ve cried.
My hand’s condition on Sunday night.
We lost that last game 3-0 as I hopped around behind the bench and tried to block shots with body English.
This picture has nothing to do with the blog, actually, but it is a great demonstration of how jersey advertising can work for you!