But then we saw them. Our next team. They were big, and physical. And they were from... Canada. Our boys started doubting their ability before they even stepped on the ice. We suffered through a miserable loss at the hands of a Canadian hockey team that lived up to their reputations of being amazing competition. But we weren't finished facing Canadian teams yet, our next team was also from Canada and they also proved to be a formidable foe.
But Sunday we got just a bit smarter. When the boys asked if we were in fact facing Canada again, our coaches said "no, they're from Montana, and they aren't known for their hockey!" Now this could not have been further from the truth, but we saw a new glimmer of hope begin to simmer in their eyes.
We built a slow lead and managed to hang on, defeating, yes, a Canadian team. After experiencing the sting of defeat twice yesterday, an early Sunday win was the perfect balm for our wounded pride.
The Championship Game for Pool C took place this afternoon. We told Nolan to get out early and score some goals. He looked at us, smiled, and then asked, "how many?" I smiled back and said "a hat trick would be nice."
It was a hotly contested battle. But the boys refused to back down. As tired as they were. As defeated as they had been. They battled and fought. And eventually when the time ran out on the clock... they won. Not only did they get to hang blue medals around their neck, but they took home the first place trophy in Pool three. True to his word, Nolan scored a perfect hat trick, as did two of his team mates.
It doesn't matter if I speak English and you speak French, because we both speak Nintendo DS!
To me, the look on his face, says it all.