Wow, so I've written this post 3 times now (this is the 4th) and the first two I deleted because I was whining.
And the third, my battery died and reverted to my last whiny version. Crap.
So, here I go again, being even more succinct that last night SUCKED ASS in goal and I hope I never see its like again.
I sucked. One of the skaters was a complete douchebag to me (but I knocked him over on a save, so snack on that Douchy McDoucherson). The rink was fucking HOT. I continued to suck.
Got a couple of nice bruises for my trouble though. Or at least one. The one of my foot hasn't bruised up yet but it's tender. The one on the inside of my upper arm (glove side) is puck-sized and going from pink to purple as the day wears on. Beauty.
Oh well. There's always next time. I think I'm just frustrated because I feel like I'm plateauing... and not in a comfortable place. Right around the first of the year, I was playing so well and now ... bleh. It's up and down but mostly down. Last night, I really felt like, "What am I doing?" That's an awful feeling to have about something you love.
But hey, slumps hit everyone and I stand by my theory that, for me, a slump buster should be a really hot guy. :) Fill me with your "confidence," hottie. I'm taking volunteers.
Alright alright. I'll behave.
Unless you don't want me to.
Ahem. Anyway... where was I?
Oh yeah, I suck. I'm in a slump. SLICE rink A is weird and hot.
Thought I'd feel worse watching On the Fly last night, but Steve Mason's game saved my evening. Those goals he let in? That was like me on nearly every shot last night. Got a piece of everything but rarely enough to stop them. That's how it was last Sunday, too.
Ohhhh, fragile goalie. Toughen up, will you? *sigh*