The Friendly Company Hockey Tournament

This is me - halfway through a stupid grin, moments before our team took to the ice for the umpteenth annual company hockey tournament. Note how my lack of shoulder pads accentuates both the length of my neck and the increased bulbuousity of my normally child-sized head. It also increases my chances of serious chest, throat and shoulder injury - but hey, comfort is key, and I am willing to sacrifice personal safety for the added centimeters of motion and a comical top-heavy appearance.

Four games and three days after this photo was taken, our team is bruised, fat-lipped and somewhat bitter, having finished in the runner-up position for the second year in a row. No glory, no bragging rights, no team photo in the company newsletter. But at least we had beer and pizza. And fun, too, of course... right. And nobody got hurt, except that one guy. And nobody did anything inappropriate - oh wait, yes they did, although I didn't see anything, except that elbow I threw, which technically I didn't actually "see", but rest assured the guy had it coming.

Yes the friendly company hockey tournament.