The Agony of "dese" feet!

I ran into someone the other night that informed me that we had a mutual friend....my old ice hockey coach. He's a great guy...he taught me a lot about skating and goaltended. This person told me that I should give the coach a call...so I did.
Coach called me back within minutes and asked if I was available to play a scrimmage that evening. I agreed.
Now, I haven't played since early 2002. I had two spinal surgeries to recover from....none of them were related to hockey....just police work. As a result, I was pretty damn nervous about playing. And, there was to be a news crew there, filming us for some story. I figured it would be good comedy TV if they happened to get me.
It was so great to see the gals....I was very impressed by some of the improvements I observed in some of the players. Coach must have been cracking the whip.
I arrived at the rink and lugged in my humongous bag of goalie gear. Let me tell you....this stuff smelled EVIL! I hadn't had a chance to air it out on such short notice.
I'm embarassed to admit that I forgot how to use the ties on the toe of the leg pads. This resulted in me taking a few face plants on the ice when I ran over one of them.
However, I was pleasantly surprised at how quickly it all came back to me. I certainly didn't give a Brodeur performance, but I was still happy about the result.
We didn't keep score, I was the only goalie and I played half of the time with one team and then switched nets.
Now.....I feel like every part of my body has been beaten to within an inch of paralysis.
I will link the news clip here if they put it on the site.

I need to go pray for death, now.