Friday, August 26, 2011

Throw This Dog a Bone

Why do I love the Spruce Kings so much and being around the rink and everything else that goes with it? I'm not sure there is an easy answer, but I can tell you this is pretty hard ... trying to stay away and not get involved. I have to try and stay out though because I have this other job that will keep me very busy until October 28th and then I hope that it will turn into something more ... much more.

I have brought in a very capable replacement for me, but there is no way that he can just jump right in a do everything that I was doing. Right now I'm just happy knowing that he is eager to do the home webcasts and also spend some time blogging and posting to the social media feeds. The funny thing is, it has encouraged me to post two blogs of my own.

Today I was at the rink and I didn't spend much time doing the little things that have normally taken up my time and enjoyment of being at the rink. Instead I spent the better part of two hours just wandering around the rink and talking to many people - parents, players, scouts and the like. That was actually enjoyable as I still got to feel important and people knew who I was. That's kind of ironic because I don't even know who I am when I'm at the rink!

I love the German Shepherd
hard working dog that only asks for love and attention
I am torn and I know it. When I'm asked, I tell people that I had to step back because of my job but I still find myself doing a lot to help out where I can. To muddy the waters even more - when I have the few moments that I do in the day to just think about what is going on, I find myself thinking that everything will be back to the way it was come November 1st.

I really don't know what to do or how to handle the situation. I love doing what I do for the Spruce Kings. I love the feeling that I'm part of the team. I love it when people recognize the things I do and say that I work hard for the team. I just love the pats on the head I get. I really think I was a German Shepherd in a past life ... if you believe in that sort of thing.

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