At Last

Two significant things happened to me today. First of all, I held a human heart in my hands. Secondly, we won our final broomball game.

For the first event, my science class got a tour of the Luther cadaver lab today. I must say, it was fairly interesting. I mean, it was a bit macabre, but stuff happens. I mean, we'll all look like that someday (maybe not medical body donors, but in general). And after we looked at the organ-less donors, I held the heart in my hands. Pretty intense.

Secondly, we won in broomball. No, we dominated in broomball. No, we mercilessly smote our opponent upon the frozen wastes of Lindeman Pond in broomball. It was a good feeling. I wore my Wild jersey, and I must say, I think it helped. I played very well today. Proudest moment? An opposing player got on a breakaway towards are goal. I sprinted off after him down the ice. Right as I was catching up, he was rearing back to fire on goal. Just as he struck the ball, I went down in a slide, which propelled me into the line of the broomball, deflecting it from our goal. I then (still lying on the ice), swung my stick in a mighty arch and rocketed the ball down into enemy territory. It was glorious. I felt very sporty, very worthy of my Minnesotan heritage. Hockey gods smile upon me today.

Time to watch Arrested Development.