I wish I was like you, easily amused

I’m pretty sure I got convinced to help my friend Andy coach a bantam travel ice hockey team. Maybe midgets. I can’t remember. There was a decent amount of beer involved. If I end up doing it, which I’m leaning towards, there should be some good stuff to write about. Pubescent high schoolers running into each other at 20+ mph with two hands holding onto what basically amounts to a club. I mean, let’s be honest. Ice Hockey is as close as it gets to our neandarthal roots. Gordon Bombay, here I come. Well, minus the douche sack former youth hockey coach. I, you know, actually like most of my coaches.

Possible downside: I’ll be kissing every other weekend goodbye once October rolls around. And who’s going to pay for my gas when I have to trek to Norfolk for a weekend tournament? Then again, money normally spent on alcohol can be spent on gas. And, I’ll probably get some super awesome gift (read: double digit gift certificate to the pro shop) from my kids at the end of the year.