My Weekend (cont'd)

Miraculously, the Halifax Gamecocks - through the defaulting of one team, the incompetence of another, some calculated dirty play, and enough hangover-fueled determination to embarrass even Tim Thomas - made the finals of the Chris Saunders Memorial Hockey Tournament, despite finishing with a record of 2-6. Yours truly finished with one goal, one disallowed goal (still unexplained), three penalties (hooking, tripping and an accidental kneeing call that made me look like a skinny Bryan Marchment), and hopefully a few assists. I also took a wonky wrist shot to the neck, which sounds terrifying and painful, but really only left me slightly dazed for a few seconds with numb fingers and a big bruise on my neck that kinda resembles a hickey. I could have attributed my less-than-impressive play throughout the tournament to this had it not happened during the last game...

Sorry Gamecocks, I'll do better next year.