GOFL All Stars coming..... but results of "All-Star Dad" voting are in

Voting is now complete for the Greater Ottawa Fastball League all-star teams for 2012. I will do the high powered math and post the results shortly.

In other news, I am disappointed to report that I am no longer an "all-star Dad" in the view of my two boys.

Fitzroy Junior has a favourite uncle, who he calls simply "Uncle". Just "Uncle". It was one of the first words he ever spoke at about ten months of age (he was an early talker, unlike the Caveman who just grunted until he was almost two). He has always admired Mrs Fastball's brother. He's a firefighter, which of course is cool - just ask half of the Stittsville 56ers. And like most firefighters, he has all the toys: four wheeler, fishing boat, snowmobile, lots of guns, bows, and of course a motorcycle. Recently, Uncle took Fitzroy Junior on his first ride on the crotch rocket Suzuki around the village of Fitzroy. Pretty exciting stuff for a ten-year old.

Me: "So, I hear you went on a motorcylce ride with Uncle."

Fitzroy Jr: "Yes, it was cool. We went 80 miles an hour!"

Me (shocked): "What? 80 miles an hour!?"

Fitzroy Jr: "Ummm, it might have been kilometres an hour."

Me (relieved): "Oh, OK. So you liked it? You weren't worried?"

Fitzroy Jr: "I wasn't scared at all! If you were driving, Daddy, I probably would have been scared, but not with Uncle, he's a good driver!"

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As far as the Caveman is concerned, as mentioned earlier this month, he is beginning his novice hockey career and is very excited about playing real games. Unfortunately there was a small hiccup in hockey debut.

The morning of his first ever game, he was dressed in his equipment and ready to go early and kept asking to leave. He was so excited and bouncing up and down, eager to play. Grandma, Nana, Grandpa all were going to be there.

So we packed up the family in the car and headed out to Carleton Place for the big game. Fitzroy to CP is about 40 minutes or so, but we left lots of time and got there fairly early.

We went into the rink and there wasn't anyone from the team there yet. Seemed a bit strange. Went to find a dressing room, but none was available for his team. Checked over on the second arena to make sure that the game wasn't over there. Then....as time was getting short, checked online - the game was in Carp, not Carleton Place!

Daddy had read the schedule wrong. Caveman's team was playing against Carleton Place, but it was in Carp.

Rush back to the car, pack up the stuff and start driving to Carp. Covered the 35km in about 16 minutes.

Needless to say Caveman was NOT pleased with Daddy. There was barely suppressed rage, small tiny tears beading down his cheeks, and a look of genuine despair.

Disappointing your kid really sucks. And this was probably the most he was ever disappointed in me.

Thankfully, we had got to the wrong rink early (at Caveman's insistence) so he only missed half of the first period at the correct rink.  Also good news is that we are back on speaking terms - but I hope I don't screw up again, at least in the near future.