Okay, The Cup residing in the manager's office at the Pasadena rink looks like a mixing bowl I have in my kitchen at home mounted on a recycled piece of wood from a shipwreck. But nonetheless, my team has advanced to the lower division league championship game next Sunday, meaning we're playing for The Cup.
This is only our second season together and it's only the second season for a good chunk of the team -- and our team isn't going to win any awards for youth, although our demographic would make Viagra an ideal sponsor for us.
Oh, and we started last season 0-10-1 before winning our first game. This season has gone better.
By the way, if you ever want to do something super duper exciting, be on the ice for a penalty kill and a pulled goalie situation while defending a 3 to 2 lead in the last four minutes of the game and a trip to the title game on the line. To quote Bruce Springsteen yet again, it was like a shot of adrenalin straight to the heart.
As for next week's game, I already have the major yips and it's only Monday at 9:05 a.m. Like, seriously, if I wasn't sitting here at Corner Bakery choking down a chicken sausage panini, I'd probably be throwing up. In fact, when I'm done with the panini, I may actually throw it up and then re-eat it, which seems like a hockey kind of thing to do.
Here's my current dilemma: I haven't shaved since last Thursday and want to avoid shaving until after the game, even if my face looks kind of like a briar patch at the moment. The problem: on Tuesday I have a meeting with the CEO of a multibillioin dollar public agency and then on Friday I have to moderate a panel discussion which includes a prominent elected public official.
Any bright ideas anyone?