Boy... I'm BEAT...

Last night we only had NINE players for hockey - and not one of them was a goalie... oh the joys... so - I played the ENTIRE game... literally... every stinking minute of that game I was huffing and puffing... a break was meant taking goal for a few minutes... break my @ss!! I hate playing goal - but I did stop a breakaway - perhaps it was me yelling at the top of my lungs when I saw her coming... probably threw her off a little. Then there was the five minute stretch where the puck was in the other end - and I sat in net humming the theme from "Mission Impossible". Now I know that goalies are crazy. But I have to say that I didn't start talking to my goal posts, so I think that I am okay... no residual effects...