November 21, 2010

We won our game today 6-2 at Vasby. The team played relatively well as a whole. Our record so far is 7-4-1. I finished +2 in the game.

Last Saturday we had an away game at Nykoping. They have more points in the series than we do so it was an important game to win. With about 10 minutes left in the 1st period, one of our forwards tipped my shot from the point into the goal. After celebrating and getting onto our bench, the referee came over with the roster and asked our coach where number 7 (my number) was on it. I was nowhere to be found on the roster, so the goal was disallowed and I was unfortunately not allowed to play in the rest of the game. While I was getting undressed in the locker room, my defensive partner came in cursing in Swedish. He scored a goal 5 minutes after my disallowed goal, but his name was also not on the roster, so his goal was disallowed and he was not allowed to play either. My confusion and anger was only temporary, for we won the game 6-1.


On Thursday night, we had our most exciting and crazy night in Sweden. I was getting ready for bed in my room and Sean was on the couch watching TV. I heard Sean say to me, "Hey Allie, come look at this." Then, all of sudden he yelled, "Hey!" About a minute later, Sean came into my room out of breath and said, "Two people just tried breaking into our apartment." When he was on the couch, he saw the door handle turn and the door slowly opened. When he saw a shadow through the crack, he yelled, "Hey!" The people then ran down the stairs and Sean chased them downstairs. He saw what the people looked like when they ran out of the building. So, Sean and I went outside looking for the people. When Sean saw them down the street, we approached them. It was a Middle Eastern man carrying a black bag and a young Swedish woman carrying a brown bag. They said that they thought our apartment was empty. They admitted that they were looking for a place to stash drugs. When we told them we were calling the police, they started walking away. As we were telling the police what happened and where we were on the phone, we were following the man and the woman. The police caught up with us right near a cemetery. We told them that we lost them, so they sped off looking for them. As we were walking through the cemetery, Sean saw them walking out of it. We heard the police cars approaching us, so we flagged them down and told them where they were. After the police got the full report from us, we were able to go back home. Sean and I both felt like we just accomplished something big as we walked away. I wonder what would have happened if were sleeping when they tried to break in. 


Sean's dad arrived this morning. We are going to watch Sean's game at Nykoping this afternoon. 


I have a home game tomorrow night. 

November 9, 2010

We won our game last night 4-3 in overtime. We were trailing 3-1 in the third period, but we were able to bury two goals in time. We got a lot of help from the referees as well. In overtime, the other team had a 3 on 1, but the ref blew the whistle because one of our players was down in their zone. He was clearly faking an injury, as he went out on the next shift and scored the game winning goal. He was able to celebrate his goal without hobbling, but when it came time to get interviewed after the game, he needed the help of a teammate to walk out of the locker room. 

After the game, Sean and I went to the grocery store to get food for dinner- we made tacos. When I was paying for the groceries, the lady held up an item and said, "Kommer ni ihag hur mycket kostar detta?" Now I've been taking Swedish classes twice a week for the past month, so I tried to impress Sean and the lady by trying to pretend like I understood what she said. I responded by saying, "Jaha" which means "Okay" or "I understand." The lady looked puzzled and the guy behind me started laughing, which then made the lady laugh. The guy said, "She asked you do you remember how much this costs." I was embarrassed and felt like a dumb American.

Sean and I have a routine so that on every other Tuesday, we go to the grocery store to stock our kitchen. We go through the store with our little baskets, and when we find something, I put one in my basket and he puts the same thing in his basket. We eat a lot and go through food quickly, so we find that this way works. 

Last Friday, Sean had a bunch of the guys on his team over because they had the weekend off. It was fun to see more people in our apartment. Before the party, we made a couple new additions to our apartment. We bought christmas lights and tied them through the wooden beams in the ceiling. Sean's friend, Erik, gave us a table and six chairs for our place. However, we're down to five chairs after I broke one when trying to sit in it. 

On Saturday night, I went out with Logan Miller, the other American on my team. We had trouble getting into the bars and clubs, because they said we were too young, but I think we just didn't look the part. After about an hour and a half, we finally got into a club. I handed my ID to the bouncer, and after glancing at it, he looked up and said, "You're from New Jersey? Do you watch the Sopranos? Do you live near that house?" I didn't know what answer he was looking for so I just said, "Yes, I live right near where they filmed the show." His eyes opened wide and he yelled, "That's awesome! Come right in." I never thought being from New Jersey would ever get me in somewhere overseas.