The NHL season remains in question. The UMD Bulldogs just lost to Notre Dame (a game I was quite proud to figure out AJ could watch online since it wasn't shown on TV). And it's too dark to play in the driveway after dinner.
What's a hockey-obsessed fan to do? Recruit Dad to join him downstairs for some intense one-on-one action.
For goals, they use furniture. Jeff defends the opening under my old white desk, while AJ protects the opening under the kids picnic table. (When I play against AJ, we switch sides. The desk is a far bigger space, making it easier for me to score.)
The tongue should give you a clue. AJ takes this very seriously.
Every so often, the game gets interrupted by "the Zamboni".
And what was the final score? According to AJ, "Let's just say I won 8-7. I was losing 7-6, but then Dad said 'next goal wins' because his neck was hurting, and I scored so I won."
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