It is with great joy that I report that hockey with the Russians resumed today. \o/
And, in fact, that I played (I think) quite well, except that I left my water in the locker room (derrrr) and was flagging hard by 10:15 (at an 8:50am start). I stopped a lot of shots and did a much better job covering the puck than I usually do - I felt like I really knew where it was and where it was going. I even stopped ones that I usually miss (things like "not squeezing myself tightly enough against the post" goals). A couple bounced off my stick and in (one off the paddle, which is dumb, and one off the shaft, which is frustrating and dumb). Moving well considering I only just got back to the gym yesterday after more than two weeks of not going and also I sort of ... might have partially dislocated my kneecap yesterday? I don't know, the patella went where it wasn't supposed to, but popped right back, and it was uncomfortable and it's a bit sore but nothing seems to be actively wrong with it. Sent an email out to the orthopedist about it.
At any rate, I was definitely frustrating the other team, which pleases me. No existential crisis today. There was this:
Me: *letting in a goal* "Dammit."
New Player: "Aw, you can't blame yourself for the ones from in front, we're supposed to help you out."
Me: "I can too blame myself."
Older Sasha: "No! Don't do that."
Me: "Just watch me!"
But all in fun.