I picked a bad night to play my worst hockey of the summer. There is no doubt in my mind that had someone rolled a beach ball at me, it would have gone in. In a word, I was "terrible." I thought that the guys played great, they had a ton of chances at the offensive end of the ice, but were a little snake bit. Four of five posts, a crossbar, and a goalie that WAS making the SAVES he was supposed to make.
I'm not going to sit here and try to come up with excuses about why I played so badly, or what went wrong, the fact is, I played horribly. I let my team down, fortunately though, they didn't seem to care all that much. Also, there was a little extracurricular activity with about three and a half minutes to go (we were tied at the time), but the penalties that we received put us down a man for the remainder of the game. They scored twice in those last few minutes and that was that.
Anyway, I am going to put it out of my mind. It happened, it's over, time to move on to the next game. No sense losing sleep over it.
That is an excellent way to think of it. Although, I'm sure you would like to beat the shit outta something right now.
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