Holy Night

Last night was one of the most sacred nights in sports. It was the completion of our practice schedule, and the night where everyone on the team got their jerseys.

Gold colored, with the Jerusalem Pizza logo on the front, complete with a Mogain David star and the words Cholov Yisroel written in hebrew. No sense hiding who we are.

Its an amazing feeling to put on the jersey. To know that from this point forward, you are a team, with a single goal - To win a championship.

For the past month our practices have improved. We are more comfortable with the puck, and have found some of our weaknesses that we hope to overcome. Our passing is crisper, our shots on target, and no one is afraid of taking a beating in front of the net.

Yes, this is a non contact league, but we scouted it out, and its still a hockey game.The puck needs to come out of the corner, and someone needs to get that puck in front of the net.

I came home with my jersey on, and showed it to my wife. I took it off, showered, and put it back on. She thought I was like my 8 and 5 year old boys, the day they got their uniformas in little league this past summer. They didn't want to let them go. All they wanted to do was wear the uniform all day and all night, every day, and every night.

I commented to my wife how some things are universal feelings, and my boys had tapped in to those feelings. She responded that I was like an eight year old.

But she is wrong. She couln't possibly understand the feeling of putting on a team jersey, and getting ready for that first game.