I'm guessing my last blog poked the right buttons. Unfortunately for him, he still remains the fourth ranked card player at the table.
All kidding aside, Phil is one of the best teammates I have ever played with. There isn't a thing he wouldn't do for anyone of us and I'm lucky to have him as a friend.
The flight here was long. I guess that's expected when you're flying across the country. By the time we touched down I think most of the boys were ready for a short night.
It's tough to sleep after games. Often times you lay around in bed, replaying different plays in your mind and thinking of things you maybe could have done differently. Add that with a cross-country flight and a three hour time change and you're ready for some sleep.
I usually try to stay up as late as possible that first night because I know my body will naturally want to wake up early. The more tired I am, the longer I can sleep in and the quicker I can adjust to the time zone. That being said, it's a lot easier going east to west than vice versa.
Friday we had practice. It was nice to get out on the ice and get the legs going, especially after a day off and a long flight. Everyone was buzzing on the ice.
This time of the year practices are fairly short, but nonetheless we had a good pace with a lot of energy. It seems like everyone is ready to get going again. Two days off between games seems like a lifetime.
The end of practice is always my favorite. I always get to take shots from Eric Fehr. Somehow he seems to always position himself right between the hash marks in prime time scoring position. I don't mind, though. I've gotten pretty good at catching his butterflies over the course of the season. I still can't figure out how he can't get a little more whip from that big swinging stick he uses.
So Friday night we just headed out dinner to have some fun and get ready for the game [Saturday].
Should be a fun one.
