Category Archives: The Gods

True Blue

Some games are painfully difficult, some are wonderfully simple.  You’ll note I didn’t use the word “easy” to define the opposite of difficult.  No game is ever easy for an old-timer.  Let’s leave it at simple.  Tonight’s game was a good example of simple.

Red has owned us the last few times we played them, but not tonight.  We scored early and often and cruised to a 6-2 win.  The hockey gods were good to us tonight.  Our tender was awesome and made some solid saves as we rolled in some nice ones at the other end.  Red’s tender was also good but it was just one of those games where, when he looked left, the puck was on the right, when he went down, Jonesy and McTavishy shot high.

Pucks went to the net and good things happened.  Pucks hit legs and went in instead of hitting legs and staying out.  Pinches at the blueline kept pucks in instead of turning into breakaways for the bad guys.   Simple stuff and at the end, a win for Blue.   We all agreed it was a very good game.

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He Prays, He Scores

Much ado this past week in Canadian media about the Quebec Cardinal who could be the next Pope.  Not sure if the church has ever had a hockey-playing pontiff but J2P2 was an avid skier so why not someone who has donned the blades?   As a former “Church League” player myself, it almost feels like it would be an alumnus getting the big chair in Rome.  Nice.

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The Shot That Finds Its Way Through

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.

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