Saturday marked the seventh annual hockey game. I can't believe it's been that many years already; I swore they started after the Olympics were in town, but I was wrong.
This was the second year the firefighters have lost, the first being in 2007. I was too busy trying to clean up Mason's far-flung trains to catch the final score, but I think it was Guns: 11 to Hoses: 5. Either way, the firefighters were thoroughly stomped for the first time. Their record still stands at 5-2 and the first loss wasn't as drastic as this one; the Guns team just outskated them all around, and it looked like some of the fire guys had a hard time staying in position. There's always next year, and it's for charity anyway, right?
The referees were allowing a more physical game than normal, which is always great when we're talking about public safety employees who we would like to return to work uninjured, and Alan actually got into a little skirmish. I don't call it a fight because it turns out that cops are experts at quickly mediating in fights-- who knew?! It was the cop who started it, though, by pulling Alan's helmet off and trying to choke him a little with the chin strap. I'm glad Alan fought back! I'm even more glad he only got a minor (2 minute) penalty instead of the 5 minute fighting penalty. Mason was surprised that dad got sent to "time out" for "being naughty", but seemed even more surprised when I told him I thought dad wasn't naughty, even if he broke the rules. We might have to wait to get into that conversation until actually obeying rules is firmly established.
We went to dinner with Alan's family afterward, and despite the unending wait (over an hour at Training Table!) for our food after ordering, it was a mostly good time. We then went with Grandma and Grandpa to the Grizzlies game; it was very physical and ended up progressing through over time into a shoot out before the Grizzlies sucked it up and lost to the Steelheads. (Mason asked where the train was every time the Grizz scored and they set off every noise imaginable--I think the obsession is in full swing there. He also repeatedly asked for a Churro until mom gave in.) Needless to say, we had a very, very tired boy by the time we got home.
As always, we are proud of Alan for his hard work and dedication to this charity event. We hope it was fun for him to play, and we are grateful for our friends and family who turned out to support him. Thanks a million, guys! We're also grateful to Lumpy's, who sponsored the entire event and made it possible for both teams to get some hot new jerseys without having to pick up an extra shift to pay for them!
P.S. When I'm not feeling so lazy, I'll post pictures. I'm lacking the patience to do it at the moment, plus I need to pillage my mom and mother-in-law's memory sticks first; they got some way more quality pictures than I did.
This was the second year the firefighters have lost, the first being in 2007. I was too busy trying to clean up Mason's far-flung trains to catch the final score, but I think it was Guns: 11 to Hoses: 5. Either way, the firefighters were thoroughly stomped for the first time. Their record still stands at 5-2 and the first loss wasn't as drastic as this one; the Guns team just outskated them all around, and it looked like some of the fire guys had a hard time staying in position. There's always next year, and it's for charity anyway, right?
The referees were allowing a more physical game than normal, which is always great when we're talking about public safety employees who we would like to return to work uninjured, and Alan actually got into a little skirmish. I don't call it a fight because it turns out that cops are experts at quickly mediating in fights-- who knew?! It was the cop who started it, though, by pulling Alan's helmet off and trying to choke him a little with the chin strap. I'm glad Alan fought back! I'm even more glad he only got a minor (2 minute) penalty instead of the 5 minute fighting penalty. Mason was surprised that dad got sent to "time out" for "being naughty", but seemed even more surprised when I told him I thought dad wasn't naughty, even if he broke the rules. We might have to wait to get into that conversation until actually obeying rules is firmly established.
We went to dinner with Alan's family afterward, and despite the unending wait (over an hour at Training Table!) for our food after ordering, it was a mostly good time. We then went with Grandma and Grandpa to the Grizzlies game; it was very physical and ended up progressing through over time into a shoot out before the Grizzlies sucked it up and lost to the Steelheads. (Mason asked where the train was every time the Grizz scored and they set off every noise imaginable--I think the obsession is in full swing there. He also repeatedly asked for a Churro until mom gave in.) Needless to say, we had a very, very tired boy by the time we got home.
As always, we are proud of Alan for his hard work and dedication to this charity event. We hope it was fun for him to play, and we are grateful for our friends and family who turned out to support him. Thanks a million, guys! We're also grateful to Lumpy's, who sponsored the entire event and made it possible for both teams to get some hot new jerseys without having to pick up an extra shift to pay for them!
P.S. When I'm not feeling so lazy, I'll post pictures. I'm lacking the patience to do it at the moment, plus I need to pillage my mom and mother-in-law's memory sticks first; they got some way more quality pictures than I did.
P.P.S. As you can see, I finally added a few of the pictures from my camera, which didn't quite have the "so close you can see every pimple" level of zoom that my mom's does. I think I managed to get some good pictures of the flag ceremony at the beginning, though. The fire team picture was taken during warmups. And in another post, I will tell you all about 'broom ball', which was one of the funnier things I've seen in a while.
2 comments:
That sounds like quite and eventful night but very fun!
I saw clips of this on the news. Looks like a good time. We were in St. George or we would have come. I think that Parks would enjoy Hockey...
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