Newfoundland wasn't so different from Norway, especially when the majority of my hours awake are at the rink.  Though embarrassed by my late arrival, I was very excited to get started with the Berserkers, I new I'd need to put in some extra work since the season started soon.  Upon arrival, I went straight to the practice facility, intent on meeting my new teammates and, hopefully, getting in a skate or drill session before the day was over.  Quickly donning my gear, I stepped out of the locker room to head towards the ice when I was bowled over by an excitable young fellow screaming "Sergei" over & over.  But, upon his realization that was not who he expected me to be, he was crestfallen, and hung his head as he walked back to the locker room.  Slightly shocked, I lay there for a moment, then stood up when another player, one of our assistant captains, Steve Harrington came to check on the commotion.  "What was that?" I asked.

"That," he replied, "was Andrei.  I think he's done that to almost everyone here.  It's become a kind of initiation around here, so welcome to the team."

"You Pass?" I hear Andrei shout from the locker room.

"Uh, yeah, I pass." I replied.

Andrei's head poked out of the locker room door.  "Good, you pass, I score; and then," his eyes narrowed, "we will find my brother."