refreshing as it is...swimming as become a daily thing. i nearly wanted to drown myself earlier. damn ice hockey. why must i be so competitive? ok here's the memory. it's second round playoffs and i'm playin' a not-so-average type game. but i'm still playin'. after three periods and overtime play, the score is one to one. its a 3 shooter shoot-out. the first person they point at is me. i'm good, but i'm not that good. the greatest and quietest moment in my life is up in the next five minutes. i decided to be the final shooter. ok!! the other team shoots first and makes 1 out of 3. the first two shooters on our team try to go top shelf on the goalie. both unsuccessful. so i know that the five-hole will be free but my wrister wasn't at full strength because of the long day. i only have two moves. and no way, i won't tell you what they are. so i hear the whistle and i'm on my way. i juggle the puck lightly from forehand to back while i finally lift my eyes to look into his eyes. amazing enough, i felt confident because i knew where the puck was at all times. about one to two feet in front of the goalie, i deke right, he over-commits, and i'm like this open net is mine. i slide the puck over to the back of my stick, unfortunately, instead of the puck going fifteen degrees, it goes about sixty-five degrees and i'm in upset because the puck is to far from me. i'm sad. it replays in my mind over and over. arghhhh. welp, next season.