Basking in the glow of last night's tier-A game.
Had my first 4-goal outing and added an assist for a 5 point night in our 5-3 win over the archrival (my former team) Doc Waters.
Feels good to be old, semi-to-really out of shape, and have hands that are rapidly turning to stone...and still be able to net a few every now and then.
What doesn't feel good is waking up to sore knees and a tender back, hobbling around for the next 12 hours, and needing to rest for a day before anything strenuous.
Oh, well. The price you pay for yet another night of self-abuse.