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  I woke up in the middle of the night last night. Now, if you knew me really well, or, if you had even seen me early in the morning once, you would know that I am not the happiest of the little campers at 7 a.m. Even less at 2 a.m.

So, if you really knew me (or had seen me early in the morning even once), you would think that I hated to leave the hockey game I was playing, and that it would bother me for the rest of the week to not know whether I would have scored on that breakaway I was on when I woke up. Right? And you would be right. Usually.

Now, last night just happened to be the first one that I woke up next to a baby bed. I woke up, I saw the bed and I stumbled into the bathroom, like I always do. Only, this time, I had a goofy smile on. A happy, goofy smile.

And then I scored on the breakaway. Top shelf.

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