Bleeding Burgundy and Blue

Murphy's law kicked me in the ass tonight. Pardon the language if there are any young eyes reading this but I think my usage of words is acceptable at present. Of course, the first night I actually play in my authentic Avs jersey that Lucy bought for me last year I bleed all over it. In typical fashion I've ruined yet another present and both our one year of dating anniversary gifts of last October are now either missing in action or looking like one took a bullet in the line of duty.

I was spun around all night by some Russian players who thought it clever to play on the same team and give us a thrashing. ( if youve ever seen the South Park episode entitled Stanley's Cup you know what Im talking about). Basically substitute the Russians with the Detroit Red Wings and substitute our team with kindergartners playing in Avs sweaters. I've seen bear maulings on TV come out better. Aside from being out of shape and huffing and puffing all night this was the icing on the cake. A big wind up for a slap shot and I have to go leaning in, trying to block an otherwise meaningless shot. Not only did my friend kershenkov (no that's not a ethnic slur, I actually believe that to be his name)score but the tail end of his follow through punished the right side of my jaw. I thought my jaw used to crack and my neck used to creak but man now I'm throwing back a few Pear Ciders just to numb the senses (don't judge me, its all that was left in the fridge and they're actually quite delicious!).

Luckily, a bit of glue and some butterfly strips sealed the small laceration but thankfully for a doctor keen on getting off early he missed the carnage inside my mouth. A nice flap of gum is no longer attached to where it should be and exposed are the roots of three of my teeth. Yay! Given they're not knocked out thanks to my mouthguard but it's certainly not pretty. I decided to go to the main Hospital in Auckland where they were very reluctant to call this a dental emergency. Two reasons being there was nothing life threatening about it and I wasn't screaming. Good o'l socialized healthcare in action. On top of that I was charged $2.50 for parking and getting two slips of paper with numbers of dentists to call in the morning. I shouldn't complain too much because I was semi patched up at no cost to me. No wonder I was charged $2.50 for less than ten minutes in a hospital car park, they need to pay their doctors!

Fear not for those of you that read this before I head out early to get fixed because it doesn't hurt too bad and I associate how bad something is with it's associated pain levels.

Murphy sucks but at least I have some juicy substance for my blog!

G'Night!