Rock had another tournament in the Tri-Cities that only he and I could attend. His games were late, which was a blessing and curse. You could tell that the kid were more ready to play that late, but the parents weren't thrilled with eating dinner at 11pm.
He played better and better in each game, and really seemed to find his groove.
The Saturday games were at 3pm and 9pm, that gave us time to hit IHOP for breakfast and for Rock to learn why it's called IHOP.
We walked in to Men's Warehouse and he found a killer deal on a discounted suit.
All the girls go crazy for a sharp-dressed man.
We hit up Costa Vida between games and he ate the Nachos and the chips and queso. Oh to be 15 again and to not care about what you eat three hours before a hockey game.
His hair seems to make him stand out.
The Saturday games did not go well. They played the first, second, and fourth place teams in the tournament, but it was okay because they are a 16U team playing in an 18U tourney.
His last game went better and he fired a shot that hit the crossbar and I don't know how it didn't go in. He rewarded himself with a nap at A&W
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