The horror... the horror...

Every once in a while, I play a really bad game. The kind of game where you lose, and you know it was your fault, and you hang your head, apologize to your team mates, and focus on getting better.

And then there's the game I played tonight.

Never mind the fact that my team had scraped up 6 players, that they were putting up a valient effort against a team with a full bench, or the fact that I knew a couple of players on the opposing team (always a motivator). Nope, never mind any of that. I sucked.

I played the kind of bad that makes you want to toss your gear in the dumpster on the way out the door. The kind of bad where you think, "I still have cycling..." The kind of bad that is so far beyond excuse that you wonder if someone shouldn't bar you from the rink for the good of the game.

I played that kind of bad.

2-12 loss. Even my ego can't survive that kind of beating...