It’s just shinny but as one gets older, and is able to pull off a move one-on-one and then score, even if the defender is older than one’s self, and even if the tender isn’t half the goalie Tukka Rask’s mother-in-law is, it still feels good. I had one like that last night.
There were a few chuckles as I coasted back to centre that I’m pretty sure were born of the notion that while I obviously enjoyed it and appeared to be thinking “I still got it” were really just reality checks indicating that it was old guy beating really old guy then beating tired old goalie who was thinking he was only 15 minutes away from post shinny pitcher of beer.
Who was a better raw goal scorer – Brett Hull or Mike Bossy?
Filed under goals, NHL'ers
Some shots are meant to go in, some aren’t. You can have a clear lane to the net sometimes and misfire, sending the puck two feet wide. Frustrating. You can blast one right where you wanted it to go and it can hit a leg or a stick or a goalie. Or in tantalizing fashion, it can pass all of these barriers and strike iron but stay out. I hate all four scenarios.
Sometimes though, through the bodies, sticks and general chaos, you fire one off quick, maybe just a quick shovel at the net, maybe a quick snapshot off a rebound, or maybe, just maybe, like this past Monday night, the puck floats out to you in a clear spot in the slot, with twenty-three players between you and the net and you just let a quick, easy wrister go and somehow, as divinely as anything ever happens in hockey, it gets through. Through all the bodies, by a couple of sticks and over the tender’s glove.
And what makes this as good as it can ever get is if you get a chance to see it pass right through and hit the twine just as you’re turning away. For a moment, you tell yourself you were aiming there and you did good. But by the time you line up at centre, you know better.
Filed under goals, The Gods
C’mon, since the dawn of time there have been instances where the puck didn’t go in but players argued it did, but you don’t believe there has even been a single instance of a puck crossing a line that no one on either team saw do you?
As a kid growing up, the Islanders were my team. I’d stuck with them during tough times (ie. when the Leaf’s beat them out with Lanny’s game 7 overtime winner) so I was a happy camper as they rolled to four cups in the early 80’s. However, the new Oiler kids on the block were too much fun to not like. The Islanders swept them in the ’83 finals but when the same two teams met in the ’84 playoffs, (one of the great examples of young guns challenging the old guard) and the Islander’s “Drive for 5” was the tagline of the day, it was good stuff for any hockey fan.
The series turning point came in game 3 after the teams had split the opening pair on Long Island ice. Messier scored a beauty that opened the floodgates and the Drive for 5 officially stalled shortly thereafter.
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On this day in 1976, one of Elmira’s best (although he never played in the W) scored a big one to help Canada win the inaugural Canada cup. It was a beauty. A little touch of the puck out of mid-air to knock it by the defenseman, the fake slap shot to freeze Vlad Dzurilla and then an extra stride wide where he slid the puck into the empty cage.
This post represents a first on rinktales – video! In this particular sequence, the Orange team from the W proves too much for the red team. Sneaky smooth moving in off the point, Dawson drills one low stick side on the Moose in a game last Thursday night. Smooth.
Red and Orange played to a tie on this night, even after a penalty shot at the end of the game.
I still remember my first official goal in a real official hockey game. It may be that this memory is a sham and it never really happened this way because it is a fairly long time ago. However, I’ve been hanging on to this one pretty tight for almost 40 years so I’m pretty sure I’ve got the details correct. I was 8, and it was my first year of organized hockey. I was playing for St. Anne’s in the Peterborough Church League. It was December 27th (cannot remember what night of the week) and we were playing at Northcrest Arena. I can’t remember the opposing team but I’m pretty sure it was either George St. United church or Knox Presbyterian. We won the game 3-0 and I got the third goal. I even remember that the other two goal scorers on my team were Jimmy Allen and Greg James.
The goal was one of those Phil Esposito types where I wasn’t working particularly hard but was instead standing out in front of the net waiting for the puck to come to me. This visual makes perfect sense because I could hardly skate in my first year so there was no sense wading into the scrum to try to get the puck. Eventually, like all scrums in a game of 8 years olds (this one probably involved every other player on the ice except me), the puck squirted out front right on to my stick. I gave a wild swing and away it went into the bottom corner. HE SCORES! I neglected to go get the puck as all true hockey buffs do upon scoring their first real goal in the big leagues.
I can remember by Dad and I talking about it after the game. Like all Dad’s, I’m sure he was probably as excited as I was when his kid got his first goal. He was pumping me up big time explaining what it meant to get an “insurance” goal. Being 8, insurance was a bit of a vague concept to me. He explained that we could have won the game with only one goal, or maybe even with two goals, but, the other team could have easily scored a cheapy that would have tied us if we’d only scored one goal or they might have mounted a furious comeback late in the game and scored a couple to tie it at two if that’s all we had. But the third goal in this particular contest, that was the backbreaker. It was the one that broke their spirits and put them away for good that night. There would be no comeback and all because of that third goal that we scored – that I scored. Wow, I thought, who knew a third goal could be so important?