Truth on ice with Chinchillas

Interesting night really.  First we are Chinchilla sitting for a friend. I didn't know that rodents required this kind of affection.  I was also unaware that they had such keen insight into indifference.  Because when I went to get this little "future pair of hand-warmers" out of the cage it bristled and hissed at me.  This cute little ball of fuzz was all huffy and was trying to bite me.  I felt like I had the bad role in "Rikii Tikii Tavi.   My daugther called me a chicken.  A chicken.  Which is ridiculous, because I was really acting more like a @#ssy, a word my daughter better not call me.  Finally I managed to subdue the would be "ear-muffs"  and everyone got to pet it. 

So I'm drifting off to what at best I can call bed, when my phone rings, and I figure its work calling.  Its not.  A local hockey needs a sub goalie and the game already started.  So I dash into my garage, throw the gear in the van and I'm off.  By the time I am in gear, it is the 2nd period and our team is ahead 4-2, bear in mind without a goalie.  So this is really looking good for my ego.  If they can do this without me, well, Katie-bar-the-door.... Not so much.  At 5 to 2 I was pretty happy.  I could even live with 5-3.  However, in the third period, when it was 6-4, I began to feel awkward.  Kinda Really awkward.  7-4, I was ok again.  Seven to five with a couple of minutes, I figured I could hold on. 

Now, when the called timeout with a minute six on the clock because the score was seven t six.  I was not happy.  I saw the potential for being the guy who goes into a game with a team that has no, goalie and a two goal lead, only to have my ass kicked by a chinchilla, and a C league hockey time all in the same night. 

We won.  We held on and won.  My ego remains intact, though bruised.  I will ice up some sore parts.  Rest a little, then later, I am going to by a small fire-arm, and get my wife some Really Comfortable expensive Mittens.