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It is simply amazing how much I didn’t put into this journal when everything just goes right.

My Bulldogs were 3-0, but the season was young.
The Fury are 3-1, and I was playing pretty solid after a bad first game.
My ice hockey team is 1-0 and looks very solid.
Finally, Team Kontakt is struggling, but we are playing better every game against teams that have firepower to put us away.

Today I turned 33.  Not a milestone age or anything.  After losing both my games and watching my Bulldogs drop to 3-2, I really thought the day was pretty bad.  The Pistons were losing, and I was driving home thinking about the games.  Was today a wash?  Not really.

Sure, the games were a bummer to lose, but every team has hot and cold streaks.  We just hit a cold one today.
Sometimes the freezer door pops open and your stuff defrosts when you aren’t around.
Sometimes, bad things happen.  The key to living a long and healthy life is rolling with the punches.

At the age of 33 and pretty healthy, I have a lot to look forward to.  I have a healthy relationship.  I have more hockey to play.  More memories to make.  Hopefully, a couple championships to win down the road.

On the subject of championships, the last year without winning one has taught me a valuable lesson.  I can’t base my life upon winning that which doesn’t matter in the end.  When I am 60, I will look back on the opportunities I had and missed.  However, I will also look back at all the success I had.  The successes will trump those bad things in life.  They always do.