Spent the day all distracted by thoughts of the game. Tried & failed to calm the anticipation that built up over the afternoon, resulting in a surprising lack of appetite and loads of pent-up restless energy.
Lost by a single point in the finals, but despite the loss, we all walked away in good spirits. Rare are the times I play hard enough to say,"Good game. Well-played," and truly mean it. Today was one of those times. For such a short ride, it left one heck of an impact. Strangely, and interestingly, enough. This year's was completely different from the last.
Anyway, somewhere along the way, I started thinking about floorball and hockey, and realised that I could've loved hockey. Like live&breathe hockey. But that thought stopped there.
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