It's a good thing.
If good things come in three's then I should go get myself a lottery ticket.
Not only did I pass my training, but my son found out tonight that he is Captain of his hockey team.
He had a shit eatin' grin on his face the whole way home.
Then again, he has reason to be proud. We didn't even know if he could play this year.
He broke his foot just before the beginning of the season so it was iffy whether he would be able to play at all. Then there weren't enough kids for a team at our rink, so the kids that did sign up had to be split and play for other towns. By the time we knew he could play it was a chore to find him a team to play on. Then there was the other snaffoo, his asshole father wouldn't pay for it.
I know, I know, I can't believe I slept with him either.
My little brother (the hockey freak) thought that that was just wrong, so he paid his registration fee and my other brother bought him new skates. Now my son is Captain of the Thorburn Golden Hawks - Pee Wee B team.
Do I sound proud?
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