Entry for this day

I had a ball hockey game tonight. Remember, I'm nearly 30 in a league filled with 18-23 year olds. Picture old and fat vs young and skinny. Slow vs fast. So we start off fast and strong. Taking a 2-0 lead in the game. Considering we've not won a game all season, things are looking up. We are playing strong, moving fast, connecting passes, scoring on flukey shots...things that are imperative to success in such a strange and topsy turvey game. But alas, disaster strikes, I somehow make it down the rink to be the third man in on a fast break, a kindly gentleman from the other team, whom I'd whacked in the corner mere seconds earlier bodies me, Mr Red Helmet, which results (predictably in my opinion) of him bouncing off me and stumbling forward. No biggy, however, I managed to step on Mr. Red Helmet's heel causing him to tumble to the hockey surface like a weight watchers dieter diving for a falling donut. This all happens very quickly, and I'm ready to turn around and head back to the blueline/centre area where I belong. Until that magical sound of the ref's whistle "Tweet" (oh ya, you got any better written sound effects??). My first thought was maybe he got a penalty for bodying me which apparently is illegal in this league. Ref yells "Orange, number 9, interference". No sooner does he say that then "WTF" escapes my lips. Suddenly, I have a million things to say. Somewhere in my brain something twigs about me not liking it when players complain to the ref and I refrain from a profanity laced diatribe questioning the refs mental capacity/sanity/ability to ref blind midget peewee hockey. My team calls me a goon (good naturally of course) as I take my spot in the lonely penalty box. Naturally they score and the TSN turning point occurs as we wind up losing 6-4. To top it off later in the game I roll my ankle and now that the adrenalin has worn off I'm hobbling about.

BUT WAIT, there is more.

So I'm driving home, feeling pretty down about losing and playing such a bad game (although, I did get to double punch someone in the head...Penalty free...go figure) and I go to slow down at a light, the ass end of my little truck skids and I punch it. I'm sure I saw a flash. Oh, fiddle de deeeee I say. That'll be like 500 bucks, thanks red light camera. Not more than 3 minutes later another light turns yellow, having learned previously about sliding I just hit it. I see another flash. Now I don't know if those were real flashes or imagined, but I'm running scared. Heading down Calgary trail at 53 ave, the friggin don't walk thing is flashing and I'm on the brake. I come to a stop just as the light turns yellow. WITHOUT FAIL, there is a cop waiting there heading across westward on 53 ave. Just staring at me, wondering how much crack I must have done to be stopped before the light turns yellow. He looks at my truck (presently with only one working headlight) and moves on. Must have been a donut run or yet another gang shooting cause he blasts away after checking me out for a few seconds. So, while stopped at the light I say to myself....How does one rehab a twisted ankle. The answer came back instantly "McNuggets." Damn, I was thinking ice pack or maybe rolling a joint.

Hmph.

Short Bits:

- So there's an election on, I did the drive by stalker thing at Laurie Hawn's campaign office. He attracts some good workers who want to say they helped knock off the Deputy Prime Minister.
- Speaking of election, I'm interested, just not to the point that I was before.
- Harpers commercials are done by the same creative ref who gave me the penalty this evening. Pure crap.
- Has anyone promised to pay off like 30-40 billion worth debt per year instead of making the minimum payments. One would think that since times are good to pay that sucker down. Does this not feel like something that would come back and bite us in the ass?
- I sold three cars in one day (I've done that several times before) but this one is different. After feeling all proud of myself, the first deal the guy walks in and gets his deposit back tubing the deal, the second guy is entering bankruptcy and technically it's illegal to apply for more credit, the third guy takes delivery of his vehicle and brings it back the very next night and gives us back the keys. Ahem, fuddle duddle indeed.
- I was sick this weekend, saturday was a mess, cough cold, flu, ebola, bird flu, you name it I had it. Man I felt awful. Sunday I could barely manage 4 hours at offtrack. I even skipped work tuesday to get better. Sorry to all who's parties I missed. It wasn't selfish jerkish stuff, just damn sick. Like sweating profusely with a fever and shivering at the same time sick. Trust me, it's better I wasn't there.
- I enjoyed watching Manning and the Colts take Jacksonville apart. They are fun to watch.
- That House show has made me a fan for life, last night's episode started out at OTB place, and that House dude is just pure rude/funny. "Oh boo hoo" he says. lmao.
- 40 year old virgin is the best movie ever. Period. How it isn't nominated for best picture, best actor, best whatever is beyond me. Oh wait, artsy, not fartsy, stuff wins.
- uhhh, that's it for now.

Later.