Saturday morning I had an ice hockey game at 6:30 AM. This meant I had to wake up at 5:30 AM, stumble around the house gathering up my gear, and be out the door around 5:45 AM to make it to my game early enough to get dressed. A fun but difficult start to the weekend.
The game itself went well. My team wound up winning 6-5, and I even scored the game tying goal late to give us a chance to win. Bonus points to me for not only scoring the goal, but banking it off the goalie’s head.
Anyhow, I was feeling like big stuff after the game. I stopped at the usual convenience store and bought my usual post-game gallon of lemon iced tea. I bumped into a few friends in the store and when I got to the car, I was feeling pretty cool. Then I looked in the mirror.
It turns out the whole time I was in the store, I had blood on one nostril and on my upper lip. I guess my nose bled a bit during the game and I didn’t even know it. It was surely like this in the locker room after the game and when I was talking to my friends in the store. The poor cashier probably thought I was some crack head or something. Oh well.
Just another reminder that I’m not nearly as cool as I think I am.
The Struggling Writer 
banking it off the goalie’s head. haha, sweet! 🙂
Well, I think you must have looked ‘well hard’ as we say in the UK! Congrats on what sounds like a great game and good for you scoring the winning goal!
Saturday morning and you already have blood all over your face. Not cool? Bad-ass is more like it!
This is a tale about a bit of (well-deserved) self-confidence winning over any blood mark.
I recall my 10-year high school reunion, when we had lots of various things for dinner, with lots of veggies, lots of fiber and leafy parts…you get the idea…I did not have my toothbrush with me….
I felt so ashamed at the end of the evening…
But while I was having a nice chat with my former classmates, for hours on and on, I was unaware of this situation…
Who the heck makes up these game schedules? Mr. Jaye’s games are usually at 11:30 at night. This usually means he’s so pumped on adrenaline (and post-game beer) afterward that he can’t sleep until 3am.
Jaye – I’m the same way. It all goes to available ice time. They give the little kids and the University, and figure skaters all the good ice times. We get what is left over.
Maybe that blood made you even cooler… 🙂
Vesper – maybe, but I doubt it 🙂
I think everyone is missing the fact that no one else knew I had played hockey earlier. I was just a guy with blood on his face, a backwards ball cap, and sweaty hair. Oh, and smelly too.