I'm just trying to be a better version of me for you

So I rushed from the banquet held in honor of my daughter (and other less important babies) at our church in advance of tomorrow's dedication service to catch the last two periods of the hockey game. We secured the top spot in the league last night, so I wanted to bask in the glory of our apex status against the same team we beat to secure No. 1.

I felt a little guilty as I slightly jogged from the banquet room. The festivities had ended just as the game started, so I didn't bail on my family per se. The jingle of the keys to my sister-in-law's car overpowered the fading voices of my wife, baby, sisters-in-law and stepmother. They would pile into our Toyota to get home. My brothers and dad awaited my arrival at the arena. Still, something did not feel right about this decision.

I slammed on the accelerator and cranked the radio broadcast of the game. By the time I hit the interstate - approximately six minutes into the first period - the opposing team jumped ahead by two goals. We came within one by the end, but never overcame the deficit, cementing my suspicions that I made the wrong decision. There goes the seven-game winning streak - a much more impressive feat in hockey than in football - we expected. My bad, fellas. Brought the bad karma, but I still had a blast with the boys. Sometimes the wrong decision can be fun, but it doesn't always carry over when you think back on it.