You dirty little smuggler…

I actually had one of those work weeks that started out completely terrible and got better as the weekend approached. That NEVER happens.  Normally, it goes downhill and it never stops.  Part of joy of this particular job, I suppose. Eh.  I didn’t spend all that money on a career counselor and all those hours tearing apart and rebuilding my resume to walk away from what WILL be my perfect job. I just need patience.  Not one of my strong suits, but after a few weeks in, I knew this job was a three year plan, easy.  Assuming I don’t go to jail for murder…  or that they can still afford to keep me on board…  I’ll stay as long as I can. 

I suppose a huge help was knowing that tonight was BU vs. Northeastern.  We were a point behind them in the Hockey East standings, ranked above them nationally (# 1 vs # 4), and the Beanpot championship game definitely brought out the best in both teams.  I was twitchy once 3 PM rolled around.  I couldn’t wait to get out of the office and into The Greek.  It was kind of sad, really.  Like a freaking kid on Christmas Eve.

And just like a lot of Christmas Eves in my house when I was growing up, it was all foreplay and no fireworks.  The game definitely had it’s moments, don’t get me wrong, but we looked flat and our D really screwed us in the second period.  So much promise and we ended up barely walking away with a tie.  About the only good thing about the game was when Yip beat that kid to a pulp.  Reminded me of watching the Storm for a minute.  (Shame the NCAA frowns on fighting - it does make the game much more interesting sometimes.)

We play them tomorrow night at UMASS-Roxbury and I hope we win.  I want to be in the top spot.  We deserve the top spot.

(If you don’t get the Robot Chicken reference, click here.)