So, the game. I spent the whole day skirting back to the rink. Water bottles washed and filled. Pucks uncovered. Names on the roster, Markus by my side with his finger in the air, number one, and goals coming together in a solid hattie. Divided in half, assists, then left in the car to eat up. Off to shoot, then picked up G and stopped by the pizza studio for a pizza and gatorade before his sleep over appointment. Back home, Marko and his friend ran through the house, hammocks hanging, trees, covered, and photographed. The room was a sweat box by the time I made them shower: treats, m & m's and granola bars (for the win) then served it on the small table outside. Delivered to scout camp, or else all of the games would be won. That and no goalie.
