It was good times like this that I reflect on. My last Stick Heads championship photo stuck out at me while I was going through my digital photos. Looking upon this photo makes me think about last session and how happy I was. Today, although my last game may be next week, I still long for those days to come again. Yes, I have been tossed away. However, if there is a change in the leadership of the team, I would come back.
Today, I got a call from my Bulldogs team captain in Brass. He explained he is looking up toward a move into Copper….the same division as the Stick Heads. While I see that move up as a possiblity, I just don’t see us being competitive in that division without help. Sure, we could get a few higher level players to step in to help out, but I like the current makeup of our team right now. I said I am all for it. The Bulldogs are the closest thing I have to family now in a hockey sense. They have treated me with nothing but respect and there is a definite connection here. Before, I didn’t see it. Sometimes, it takes an event like this whole Stick Heads thing to make you look at the big picture. That picture is not as gloomy.