Long... Slow... Pain. Part I

I waited all weekend for resolutions to any number of things, from the trivial to the moderately important. I never really got them.

I watched two hockey games, one away, one at a neutral site. Both ended in ties. There was good food and good company both nights. Friday night ended with late night Chicago style pizza on campus. I am the youngest guy in the crew that was there, so we didn't exactly fit in. We all agreed we were getting way too old when a group of co-eds in spaghetti strap outfits came in, bra-less and jiggling, and the first thing we all thought was, "I'd never let a child of mine dress like that!"

Saturday's game was at the worst pro hockey arena in North America. Before hand, we went skating in downtown, where I saw more black people on skates than I've seen in my whole life to that point. It was cool to see black children from in the city getting into skating. So many people see hockey as a "white" sport, but there's no reason it needs to stay that way. I hope I'm alive to see what it's like when black Americans start to make an impact on hockey like they have on basketball and football.

We caught dinner at a famous pizaa place, where I opted for lasagna so as not to repeat pizza for a second day. The place was packed with hockey people, and it turned out that two nearby tables both had guys at them that used to play on the team I ran. Two guys were there supporting their college, 2 others their supporting ours. The five of us won multiple league championships together, including back-2-back ones after moving up to a higher level league.

The hockey was good, but it was second to the company, and getting to talk to some of my old mates.

Sunday came, and, frankly, I wasn't sure I was going to bother to attend church and the annual meeting there at. I did, and I'll give some thoughts about that later.