Bizarre night. I played hockey tonight...

The bad part-- in the second period I had the wind knocked out of me. I was tripped and got kneed in the solar plexus. For about a minute I couldn't breath and kept making a sound like a wounded moose. It was surreal. I knew what was going on but I had to fight to not panic. After a couple of minutes, I got my wind back. I sat out a couple of shifts and then played the rest of the game. It didn't affect me because...

The good part-- we won 3-2 in sudden death overtime. I scored the winning goal.

I still feel like a puked my guts up. But other than that, I'm fine.