Got to the rink a little late today (too much time spent in the workshop nursing the latest birdhouses toward completion) and found the teams out of balance.
“I’ll switch to the white team,” I said, “and play stay-at-home defense. Should help even things out.”
It did alright. White team, for the first time in a dog’s age, won the game.
Yup. I was brilliant.
["Better luck next time, pal"]
Got home, told Sweets the news.
“I played stay-at-home and set up a couple of great goals. Tipped the balance, I’d say,” I said.
“You’d better do your laundry tonight. Your room smells,” she replied.
Yup. She was right.
Shoulda kept my mouth shut.
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