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We were playing a team they should have handled with relative ease, but in hockey (as with any other sport) you can’t take your opponent for-granted.
Throughout the entirety of the game, I had quite a bit of company. It was clear the ref’s were intent on maintaining control of the game. As a result, both boxes were packed throughout the 2nd with coincidental penalties. While it jacks up the rhythm of the game, at least it wasn’t one sided officiating.
We went into the 3rd period and the contest was farther closer than it needed to be. Consequently, my heart was racing, my stomach was in knots. My resting heart rate is normally around 68-70. While Goalielocks is in net, it varies from 90-120 depending on the game situation. According to my Fitbit, I get at least 2 hours of fat burning out of one of his games without having to lift my finger. Its great to be a goalie mom, isn’t it?
My dear friend Sharyn, seeing my angst, was kind enough to get Chris Kunitz to take a picture with me. At this point, we had 6 minutes left in the 3rd and I was officially dying. I popped out of the box to pose with the kind and very accommodating Stanley Cup winner, which knocked at least 60 seconds off the clock for me.
Unfortunately, the boys seemed intent on causing some heart palpitations and I once again had a full box. This time there was just over two minutes left and there were no coincidentals. Cheese and rice, it was a long two minutes! My heart was beating out of my chest as Goalielocks and his boys faced a 6 on 3. They stood strong.
Goalielocks ended up drawing a penalty after his buddy from the Bulldogs took a chop at his arm. Thankfully, this critical penalty ended the 6 and 4 and they were forced to put their goalie back on the ice. The squad weathered the storm and soon (although it felt like forever) the final buzzer sounded. As expected, the boys from both teams scuffled a bit after the buzzer. Consequently, the refs sent both teams off separately. Happily, this goalie mom survived and even her picture with an NHL star.
Post game we headed to Twin Peaks, which was clearly a mistake. Their hiring practices definitely do not emphasize critical thinking, time management or anything other than looks. While the food is decently price and pretty tasty, no team lunch should ever take 2.5 hours. Fortunately, our groups of parents is awesome. After all these years, we continue to enjoy each other’s company. Nevertheless, it was a bit tough to stomach that serving our group could be that complicated.
For many of us, this is our 6th year at this tournament. I was looking back at pictures from our first trip to this tournament in 2011. Our boys were so small and so sweet. Conversely, they’re no so big albeit they’re still mostly sweet. The relationships my boys and I have formed over the last 6 years of travel hockey have been absolutely priceless. There is no amount of money you could spend to replace the experience or our hockey family. In the most critical and difficult times of our lives, they’ve been there for us and we’ve been there for them. I couldn’t imagine life without our wonderfully crazy, wild and fun hockey family.