The goalie on Porter's team couldn't take it any more.
Coach Tim asked Porter, who often plays defense,
to give it a go.
Porter didn't hesitate - "Sure, that'd be AWESOME!"
I'm not gonna lie. I was a bit worried.
That's a lot of pressure. And a lot of equipment.
Shouldn't he at least TRY . . . at PRACTICE first?
Who knows if he can even STAND UP in all that gear?
And, um, will I still enjoy watching his games?
So many unanswered questions . . .
but Porter wasn't concerned,
and neither was his coach.
Come 15 minutes early and we'll suit you up . . .
and that they did.
That's our goalie . . .
happy & SWEATY & quite LARGE after the game.
Note: he had to borrow a larger jersey as his was
nowhere NEAR large enough to streeeeetch
over his chest protection! (which, of course, I was glad
he was wearing, as the first puck hit him
square in the center of the chest. Thwunk!
I took a deep breath . . .
he giggled & used his oversized stick to sweep it away.)
We celebrated the team's victory, uh, well actually, loss,
at In 'N Out after the game.
As far as Porter was concerned, it was a victory,
'cuz it was SOOOOO FUN.
I'm still undecided.
Thanks for sponsoring our celebration, Grandma Irene!!
So sorry we didn't have warmer weather here
during your visit :-(
but we loved having you!
P.S. Hockey Goalie gear smells reeeeeeally bad. When we sat down to dinner, I smelled FEET and realized it was Porter's HANDS. Ughhhhhh. All the fabreeze & baking soda & direct sunlight in the world doesn't make a bit of difference (on the gear...his hands cleaned up fine). I know, 'cuz I tried. Another strike against goalie-ing, in my book, which really doesn't matter, 'cuz it's not about me. I know.
