Struggling, but not as bad as Laurentian strikers

For a while, it looked as if the main event of the day was going to be a trip to Ikea – and if you have ever read any of there, you will know how much I love those. But, still, we need a new bookshelf for the Ottawacker Jr. bedroom, so it was probably the right thing to do. En route for the Swedish hellhole, though, I started feeling a bit sick. My arm was still very sore – so maybe the flu shot was stirring up some reactions to something somewhere, who knows. It didn’t go away, either.
 
Went home, where I nursed my stomach ache with Ricard. It helped somewhat, but wasn’t the complete success I had hoped it would be. Then, I realised I was supposed to be heading out to Carleton University to watch Laurentian, my godson’s university team, play in the play offs. It was a bit touch and go whether or not I went. Normally, I would just have gone to bed, but these opportunities don’t come around that often.
 
Mrs. Ottawacker dropped us off at around 6, and we sat in the bleachers at what has (without my knowledge) now become TAAG Park, in the increasing cold, and watched the game. The last time I saw these two teams play, Carleton won 8-0 and Laurentian were lucky, as they say, to get nil. This time, it was a much closer affair. Carleton still won (4-1), but it was very tight until the last 15 minutes, when Laurentian really had to chase the game. Not too sure about the coach’s tactics though: they seemed to bypass the midfield too much. That’s all well and good if you have a big yard dog of a centre forward who can hold the ball up for team mates; this, Laurentian singularly failed to have. Oh well, they made the play offs, which is the first time for a long time (six years).  

Home, where I sat under a blanket with a heating pad and still failed to get warm.