Whether by fate or by divine intervention from the god of skinny punks, we once again began a session of Random Length's hockey playing babies and their dads.
We knew it was going to be a difficult ordeal. Our eyes were widened and our lungs hurt well before the drop of the ball because of the large contrast in size from the dek we are used to playing on to this one.
Only having 3 men on the bench did not help either.
We were all aggression in the first period, and the sights of our hands on our knees further emphasized how much different of a game it is indoors on the larger surface.
Although tired and in much worse physical shape than the non-pubes, we hung with them for much longer than we had expected, and we had some solid chances in the first period.
They snuck a few in and got some nice bounces, and Shoup made some really nice saves.
They scored a few more in the second and you could see our energy escaping faster than Trav leaving a gay bar.
If I could paint a picture of how we felt it would be of Curt standing in the face off circle after a goal against. His skin was pale, his shoulders sagging, his mouth hung wide open, and he had dark circles forming under his eyes. It looked like he had not slept a wink this decade and had just recovered from a romantic night in bed with satan himself.
Think about that one time that you were so tired that your vision was blurry, your lungs felt like you were breathing oxygen laced with glass, your penis had tucked itself away out of shear horror, and your legs felt like slinkys. How you felt was only half as bad as Curt looked at that moment.
We did score 1 goal in the second period. Nord and I attempted a nice give-and-go but the defender read me like his favorite Dr. Seuss book. Luckily Nord made a nice offensive-defensive play and the ball snuck out to Curt in the slot and he fired a snap shot past the goalie.
They scored a few more in the third and we didn't. We did however start playing a little better as the game wore on. It's a different game indoors and we took some time to adjust.
The overall consensus was that we really liked the larger dek and will definitely consider prolonging our time there.
6 (or 7) - 1, RLs lose.
Game Highlights:
*Shoup makes a save diving across the crease in the first.
*Shoup saves a definite goal by reaching behind him with his stick and poking it through his own legs so that he can cover it.
*Tim misses 3 breakaways (this is actually a lowlight and sadly a reoccurring issue).
*Tim did pull a sick half-moon on one of the dads leading to his second breakaway.
*Jefferson and Mark were awesome additions to the roster.
*Nord really looks like he belongs out there on that dek. I foresee amazing things.
*Fennell has good vision out of the back.
*Trav and Tim give-and-go in the first comes oh so close.
*Jefferson's slap shot.
*Curt smoked a bunch of dudes late in the second and was pulling his trademark "whoop"s. He then proceeded to stare down a pit-stained boy who was at least two feet shorter than him.
*Goldie being Goldie.
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