Years of devoted late night ice skating–I mean “ice time” (don’t want it to be confused for doing triple lutzes or something)–have paid off again.
The Zombies have won the championship for the second year in a row, people.
And, that makes for some happy zombies.
Happy zombies complete with their Stanley Cup–constructed of a mini trash can and snack bowls, mind you.
While they bask in their championhood and drink their morning orange juice out of a mug etched with “Men’s Ice Hockey League Champions,” we get a breather from late nights and tired mornings and sore muscles and random bruises from wayward pucks.
For a week or two at least. Then, the spring/summer league starts up.
These boys mean business, people. Watch out.
Let’s hear it for the boys!! Super impressive.
way to go! Yet another thing we have in common. Didn’t know you were a hockey family too. My husband’s final game is tomorrow night … *They are the Buffalo Wild Wings) however, I don’t think he’s anticipating bringing home the glorious Stanley Cup–or even the hefty-snack plate version.
How fun! Cool to see another snippet of your lives!