My hockey team's winning streak came to an end in Phoenix, where the Coyotes silenced our mighty sticks, 0-2. We seemed to play well, with 29 shots on goal, but couldn't hit the net. I'm not too upset, as five straight wins is certainly good enough, but this was the first of a four game road trip, and I don't want to see us drop them all.
Sophie was pretty bad, so she had to go to bed early. Spoke with Peter Flores for a while, which is cool. Peter is VP of Membership for the Midwest Seahawkers. I've spent maybe 10 to 30 minutes with him face to face, and I regard him as one of my best friends. Is that sad? In fact, four of my five friends (I have five friends...the rest are all just acquaintances) live at least three states away from me in any direction. That could mean either a.) I'm good at maintaining friendships across the miles, or b.) I only like people I don't have to see regularly...or vice versa.
Anyway, that's how this day ends.
Run is stuffed behind the line.
My ball. 2nd and 12 on Life's 30.
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