Okay, so this weekend was all about the Lake Placid hockey tournament. Let me tell you, it was a wild ride!
It all started with a crazy early wake-up call. Seriously, who schedules these things so early? I chugged some coffee, grabbed my gear bag – which, by the way, still smelled faintly of that locker room from last season – and headed out the door.
The drive up to Lake Placid was… scenic, I guess you could say. Lots of trees. Lots of snow. My old car was definitely not thrilled with the icy roads, but we made it in one piece, which is always a win.
The Tournament Begins!
First game? Total disaster. We were all sluggish, still half-asleep, and the other team just walked all over us. I think we lost by, like, five goals. Not our finest moment, but hey, it happens. I’m sure, We can do much better than this.
After the first game. I found a small coffee shop with my teammate near the hockey tournament, and we drank a cup of hot coffee, which made me feel a little better.
- Game two was a little better. We actually managed to score a couple of goals, which was a major improvement. Still lost, but it was a closer game, and we felt like we were actually playing hockey, you know?
- Game three… well, let’s just say that was the highlight of the weekend. We went into overtime, and it was intense. Back and forth, everyone on the edge of their seats. Finally, our center – shoutout to Mark! – sniped one top shelf, and we won! The feeling was incredible.
We didn’t win the whole tournament or anything, but that one victory made the whole trip worth it. That, and the post-game pizza. Can’t forget about the pizza.
By Sunday, I was completely exhausted. My muscles were screaming, and I was pretty sure I’d pulled something in my shoulder. But honestly, I wouldn’t have traded it for anything. Good times, good hockey (mostly), and good memories. Now, I’m off to soak in a hot bath and maybe ice my entire body.
