A quick post- I survived my first game! I was the fourth Right Winger with some great players. I think I ended up playing about 8 or 9 shifts. Not much ice time, because the 3 other RW- really really good players- all played long shifts. I don't mind the small amount of ice time... for now. It was a good way to start out, to be honest. I do have to admit that I am the worst player on the team... I'm going to campaign hard for the nickname Link.
The team is made of a few core members and a bunch of new players and free agents. The team wears light blue sweaters- one of the Pittsburgh Penguins sweaters, I think. Only about 4 or 5 of the team has full on game sweaters with logos, and the rest of us are in light blue practice sweaters. The number I wanted- 54- is taken, so I ended up with 21. I can live with that. We had a full team last night- 8 wingers, 3 centers, 6 defense-men and an incredible goalie.
We played a sponsored team called Realty Source. We led through pretty much the entire game, but they pulled their goalie in the last minute and scored to tie. Ties are decided by a shoot-out in our league, and they won. I was on the ice for one of our goals, but wasn't really involved in the play. I was rarely involved in the play, to be honest, but it was cool to be part of a team that can hold it's own.
The absolute worst part of the night was that I didn't get home until nearly 1 in the morning. Alisha was up, so after I showered, we talked. I admit, that I was a bit... discouraged may be strong... but a little concerned, maybe. Concerned that I'm not going to be able to improve and be a part of the team. Today though, I realized that I was so concerned about the little details, and learning the little things- getting off the bench, paying attention to the man I was going to replace... that my head wasn't really in the game. I was also trying to absorb all the advice I was getting. That's so damn cliche. Anyway, I think that will change as I get more comfortable- which was already happening during the game.
What's not comfortable is wrenching my knee on my 2 to last shift... coming off the bench. OFF THE BENCH! Cripes.
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