Hockey Time!

It should be no surprise that Greyson is in HEAVEN now that he is playing hockey.  I myself am in desperate need of a Snuggie and an ass warmer (whoever thought that metal bleachers in an ice rink was a good idea ought to have his head examined).  Greyson is in the Termite league and is a proud Hurricane.  I have to admit though, that as kids' sports go, youth hockey is highly entertaining.  While there are some AMAZING skaters out on the ice for such a young age, most of the boys (and a few girls) out there are, at best, average and so the games in some aspects resemble a Three Stooges cartoon as multiple kids go for the puck and one falls into the other and they all fall boink, boink, boink like a set of Dominoes.  And besides the frustration of being really cold, I will say I have a hard time figuring out exactly which one is my kid.  They all are padded to the hilt like the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man with the same red jersey and black helmet and face cage and when they are all in the mosh pit around the puck it is sometimes hard to determine where one kid ends and the other begins.  But the sweaty, exhausted smile of my boy coming off the ice tells me it is all worth it.