That feeling when you reach the semis
as second seed and lose to the team you often beat during pick ups and eventually end up fourth on your bracket. That feeling when you
find out that there is a trophy for third place. That feeling of pain
you get when you fail to meet your goal...it sucks big time.
I ask myself, why do I waste my time
and effort practicing two times a week during weekdays instead of
spending time with family, having dinner with friends or going out
for a date if it will only lead me to this agony? Why do I spend
money traveling all the way to dirty south to play a game wherein I
have no idea where the registration fee went since the field is
technically free, only two portalets, no proper equipment provided,
no marshals and the ice provided is limited? Why do I allow myself to
get into this situation?
:(
