Hello Comeuppance, my old friend

Last week I found out I was fourth in points in my ice hockey league. FOURTH! Now this isn't that big an accomplishment - it's the lowest ice hockey level at the rink. But STILL! I'm the fourth highest scorer! Other guys are gunning for me, because I'm #4! Instant respect!

So I bragged about it on Twitter and Facebook. Felt good.

We played ice hockey last night and we won - I had one point. After the game, someone has the score-sheet and says, "Wow! Eugene with the three point night!"

"No, I didn't. I didn't touch the puck on the other two goals. I should only have one point."

"Scoresheet says you have three."

My first realization. The scorekeeper is incompetent. That's why I'm fourth in the league - because the scorekeeper is giving me phantom points that I don't deserve.

Then I looked at the scoresheet further and tried to figure out who REALLY should have gotten the other two points he'd given me - and found out they should've gone to the other Japanese teammate.

And there it is.

The scorekeeper can't tell Asian people apart, so he's giving all the points to me.

Because apparently we all look alike... nevermind that WE HAVE NUMBERS ON THE BACKS OF OUR JERSEYS.

Thanks to last night, I'm apparently #3 in league scoring now. Yet it feels kinda hollow for some reason. So thank you to the incompetent score keeper for raising my spirits, if only for a little while.

Sigh...