Sunday, Sunday, Sunday

We woke up Sunday morning to a light falling of snow. Nothing had accumulated overnight, so it had just started. Our plan for breakfast was to head to Lief’s, the diner we ate at last year, and really enjoyed. We called the place ahead of time to give them a heads up that they had a group of 14 coming. By the time we got there, they had a table ready to go. I don’t think there was any doubt what Mac had in mind for breakfast – the smoked kielbasa – but the rest of us took some time to peruse the menu. They took just enough time in getting our orders out for me to finish the summary from yesterday (which I uploaded later, after we got back to the hotel). The food was great, once again, and feeling pleasantly full, we went back to the hotel to prepare for the now traditional Teal and White game.

 The smack talk had started the night before in the bar, but was really ramping up at breakfast. As we loaded the vehicles, the snow began to fall harder.

When we arrived at the rink, we discovered a couple inches of snow covering the rinks. They had collected the nets, but they were still accessible, as were the shovels, so we went to work preparing a game-ready rink. We decided to play by the same rules of the tournament, including the time limit of 15 minute halves. Then we dropped the puck. The over 40 team scored first, which drew its fair share of taunting, directed mainly at Doogie, but the over 30 team quickly evened thing up. The teams traded goals for the first half, and ended up tied 4-4 at the intermission.

In the second half, the over 30 team picked up a couple goals for the lead. As the over 40 team’s arthritis kicked in, it sealed their doom. Even as they emptied the bench in the final moments, they were not able to overcome the impressive firepower of the young guns. Final score, 8-5.

We said our goodbyes to Dollar Lake, shook off the snow, and returned to Eagle River Inn.