Rampin' up for tourney time

Given the fact that morale in my office is so awful right now, and we seem to be in the eyewall of the "things have to get worse before they get better" storm, I'm really looking forward to the coming tournament to take me away from it all. The last few years, "tournament season" hasn't started until April. We're getting a head start on it this year though, with a tourney in northern Massachusetts this weekend. I'm plodding through the week with my focus on that, and so far it's getting me through.

It should be an interesting one, as we have two tournament virgins coming along this time. Last night after practice, it was all we could talk about in the locker room. The two "virgins" asked what they should pack to wear, would we be going 'out on the town'? The Mayor told them to bring their nicest hoodies and sweats/pajama bottoms. The only "going out" we'll be doing will likely consist of beer or food runs, or possibly a meal in an establisment that wouldn't frown on a large group of smelly women in t-shirts and jeans. Ok, they might frown at the smelly part. And the raucous laughter that is sure to come from our table. But other than that- it's carpet pong and stupid drinking games in someone's hotel room. Oh yeah, and a bunch of hockey games.

Our first game is Friday night, and we've got several carpools heading north that afternoon. Mine will consist of lct29 and The Mayor, and I think by the time we get to the hotel our cheeks will be aching from laughter. We've got two games on Saturday, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, and if we're lucky we'll play on Sunday in the championship game. We're bringing the red jerseys, since we got the stink-eye off them at the last tournament. Sadly, we'll be coachless. Both Hkygrl12 and GoalieHusband are unable to make the trip due to their schedules. I told GoalieHusband it's a good thing he's on twitter now because I usually tweet up a storm at tournaments. Now he can follow along with the idiocy his wife and "his girls" are creating. I'm sure he's oh so thrilled.

Just over 24 hours to go before departure. Time to dive back into the "real world" and get some work done. The ice is waiting.