Lucky Charms

So allow me to introduce you to a string of mildly unfortunate circumstances that all seemed to pile up on one particular day. It starts on a bus trip to play Heerveen to decide who's first place going into Christmas Break. It ends up with us losing 7-3 and me down 17 Euros. So the bus trip is 3 1/2 hours to get to Heerveen, and in my opinion is the most extreme high range of hours one should travel on game day if you expect the team to have any chance of winning the game. Moral of the story is that we're down 2-0 after about 5 minutes into the game. We get it as close as 2-1 before a series of incredibly unfortunate bounces decide to win the game for the other team. One is a pass from the corner off a players skate right top corner. Another is a shot from the point off our own players' stick, off a player from their teams stick, top corner. Another is a pass across on a 2 on 1 off our D-man's skate, back to the guy that passed it for a shot and a goal. Another is a point shot through traffic off their players skate five-hole. And I keep using the word 'another' here because it's probably gotten more and more annoying each time you have to read it... and that's exactly what all those goals were in the game, more and more annoying... because they mean we're down 3-1, then we're losing 4-1, then we're down and out at 5-1, and then we were never in it at all at 6-2, and then we are completely demoralized at 7-3... Needless to say the bounces did not go our way and that sucks. On the plus side we outshot them and worked really hard so chalk one up in the moral victories column I say.
And so on the way home the downward spiral continues. Our post game meal spilled on the floor so it ended up as us going to a McDonalds for post game. Do we realize that we have another game tomorrow? And then I end up at the back of the line, so thought it would be genius to offer to pay for someone's meal if they, being at the front of the line, could order for me. Last second tho, how could I forget, I realize that I don't have money or my bank card n me . I gave it to my sister in case she needed money seeing how she's here and all and wants to go shopping... Serious walk of shame all the way back to the back of the line... And fortunately a teammate lends me some money.... I'll have a litre of cola please...
And ya, so then cards happen... and I'm tired and I play terrible. And I called one guy out a few days ago as being the worst card player of the group and he wins everything today. And takes amazing pleasure rubbing it in my face. My back up is that the games we play have more to do with the luck of what cards you get and less about playing well, but it just builds on the momentum of 'make fun of Bernakevitch day' so I drop it. And almost redemption... I have 2 chances to win games and screw both chances up completely. First I don't call high enough to get to pick my suit, and second, when I do call high enough I by accident call the wrong suit. And after 10 minutes of arguing everyone decides that I can't change my call to the suit I wanted to play. They say that the "a card laid is a card played" rule is the one that applies to this situation. I say it's a good thing not many hockey players become lawyers or judges. I'm real close to throwing the cards in, throwing punches, and quitting the game, maybe for life, when I realize that life is too short to sit and sulk in a bus over things that are about 96% out of my control. And the stuff that I screwed up that was in my control will have to make me a better person in learning from it. And I can always throw punches my pillow at home anyways.