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.After a somewhat disjointed start, our hockey season is in fully swing. The start of our hockey season was hijacked by a hurricane named Irma, which is a bit ironic for this winter sport. However, this is one of the hazards of Florida hockey. This time last year, our Columbus Day tournament was cancelled due to Hurricane Matthew, which barely missed our coast. While most hockey families up north may have to contend with the occasional snowstorm and blizzard, here in Florida our chief weather worry is a hurricane. I stayed glued to NOAA’s website during hurricane season and the beginning of hockey season.
To me there is no better way to spend a Sunday than watching my boys play hockey. Today it was the Mayor’s turn. His squad took on the team from Miami and from Pompano Beach. It was a split decision for our peewees or U12 as they call them now. Both games the squad gave a solid effort, but we just didn’t have enough in the tank to bring the second game home. Nonetheless, the Mayor was quick to point out his team was 1-1, while his brother’s team was 0-2. Score one for sibling rivalry.
This morning, before we left, the Mayor stole his brother’s warm up shirt that honors our dear friend Debbie. Surprisingly, Goalielocks did not pitch a fit when he saw his brother wearing his shirt. It was actually pretty sweet that he let the Mayor wear it. He looked super cute and the shirt proved to be quite popular.
One thing I enjoy about watching the Mayor play is that he plays with all his heart. By far, he is the smallest kid on the ice, but he plays like he’s 6 ft. tall. Moreover, there is something incredibly gratifying about watching yours kids do what they love. I can’t wait to watch him play in the tournament this weekend.
One thing I could do without is the god awful smell of the hockey equipment. The stench of the Mayor and his gear effectively killed my appetite as we drove home tonight. It’s an amazingly awful smell that likely protects our house from intruders. I’m fairly certain if they approach our garage, they start to smell the equipment and likely think there’s a dead animal or worse in said garage.
Thanks to a lunch trip to Buffalo Wild Wing, between games, I probably ingested more sodium in one lunch than the preceding month. Sadly, the menus at BWWs now have the calories listed next to all menu items. Consequently, the menu is an absolute buzz kill and reminder of why America, myself included, is fat.
Trying to get back on the wagon post Irma is proving to be quite a challenge. Unfortunately, the busy days travelling with hockey do not help. I suppose it doesn’t help when you bake apple pies at home either, but what did I do Sartuday? I baked a pie I saw on Snap Chat. I’m already exhausted by Monday and we’re only heading back into the work week now. My disciplined eating habits driven by a busy schedule and lack of appetite will be back in full force.