My big accomplishment for the day was making my own sweat band to wear in my mask. It really takes something important for me to pull out Memaw's 1930s Singer sewing machine (best sewing machine ever made... runs like a horse lo these 75 years later) so you know my sweat band issue was really a problem.
I used these instructions to make them and I have a TON of sham cloth left so if they work well, I'll churn some out for my goalie readers who want to try it out. Should be a good test tomorrow night at drop-in, though there are two thicknesses of material, so I need to try both and make sure they work equally well.
Some guy is apparently selling them on ebay for $25? Crazy. They're so easy to make, even with my crapass sewing skills.
Of course, while I've got the old girl out, I'm wondering what other mods I need to make. Like, for instance, all the spent elastic holding my chest protector together. Dare I attempt it? Oh hell, why not?
No Monday drop-in this week. I miss it in a way but know I need the break. Hope it won't be too long before I'm invited back. It's a good bunch.
It's been so long since I haven't played Monday, we'll see if it affects my Tuesday play to not be on tired legs.
Man, Chara is so big. And yet, pretty agile for a condominium. But Roloson can really move for a not-so-young goalie. He always impresses me, so I'm glad he's out of the Western conference.
Speaking of which, how about Robbie Earl and John Scott getting their first NHL goals yesterday? Honest to god, I was super excited for Robbie, but I got tears for Scotty. That guy will always have special little place in my heart in the spot reserved for the players who were integral to my falling in love with the game. It's a weird mix of dudes in that spot--not a lot of rhyme or reason, but you can't argue with results can you?
Oh! So, I'm signed up, sort of tentatively, to be a goalie at an adult hockey camp in Minnesota next July. It's not a goalie camp but they need goalies to shoot on.
Ran across this funny blurb on the ModSquad board:
I use that exact expression to describe myself when I start throwing passive butterflies at too many shots. "Throwing shapes in the Church of Dance..." Then there are "driving range goaies" who excel in a certain number of common goalie camp/clinic drills but can't put it together on the ice, and "knee dancers" for the guys who have beautiful butterfly slides but can't stop a beachball.I'm sort of a driving range goalie. I love taking shots. I like game play, too, but (to state what is true for probably anybody) I'm better if I know what's coming. And when I'm better, I'm happier. So, point being, this should be a pretty fun camp for me.
What will be interesting is getting my gear to Minnesota, but I'm sure I can scrounge up enough folks who've flown with goalie gear to help me figure out how to get that done without spending a fortune in extra baggage fees. Plus it will be awesome to FINALLY meet all my Minnesotans!
Anyway, I'm excited about the prospect. But I have lots of work to do before then. Onward and upward.
Okay, off to buy more velcro and elastic while I still remember how to operate the sewing machine.