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Master of Broomball Science

Spent the weekend driving to and freom Dearborn, MI, with some time spent in Dearbron in between. My sister-in-law got her Masters in Information Systems and then threw an Argentinian-themed party, but this one wasn't as intensely themed as some of her past parties; I pretty much ate grilled chicken and a green salad. But it was good.

Most of you missed by birthday, which was too bad since we played broomball at this little rink that's about half the size of a regulation hockey rink. In L.A. we used to play on (and they still play on) a full-length rink, so when we walked in this rink looked rinky-dink if you will, but it turned out to be much better: less running, which allowed for more intense playing. And 6-on-6 turned out to be perfect: about 22 adults showed up to play, so fresh subs were aplenty, and I think everyone got at least as sore as they wanted to be after just 2 hours.

My team beat Catherine's team 4-2. I had a hockey assist on one goal (I passed to Mike S. who immediately passed to either Sandy or Chip, it's all a blur) and I didn't allow a goal during my 15-20 minutes or so as goalie. Cath tended goal for 45 minutes straight and I'm not sure if she even gave up a single goal -- but I can't really remember who scored. I'm a little surpirsed we won so decisively, since Mike S.(different one, from my 5th grade class) had looked up strategies and would actually take the time to set up in the crease and try to receive a pass; and toward the end of the game, Vince and Bob (who had turned coat (or in this case, removed jersey) and gone over to Cath's side) were actually using teamwork on offense, forcing me at times to defend both of them by myself! The victory is testament to our staunch defense. The First Annual Morse Cup is mine! (If only it actually existed!)