Red took us down tonite 5-3. We’ll be ready next time. We may have to make a move at the trade deadline though as they appear to have been built just to beat us as we start to see the Golden Boot on the horizon.
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Last night’s game for Blue had an interesting twist before we even hit the ice. We were clearly missing a few player moments before the game, a development that seemed a little weird given that the missing warriors had not informed me they would be away.
Suddenly the door opened and in came the two blues fully dressed, skate guards and all. There was much laughter and trashing that they must had their mothers dress them at home prior to game time. However, we were glad to see them (one was in charge of game refreshments) and the mystery got sorted out when it was pointed out that the lobby dressing room guide had indicated two different room numbers assigned to our side.
We played hard and fought back from being down early but the pumpkins had us on this night and we lost 4-3. Hate those guys. Chad the new guy (sparing for someone) felt really bad that he took two penalties. I mean he felt really bad and must have apologized six times. We all chuckled and no one cared. There are no power-plays in the W, just extra time to rest if your team is short a man for a couple of minutes.
…it’s not a good thing. The Martin brothers have gone by the nickname “the Sedin twins” since beginning of this half in the W. Daniel and Henrik have had a bit of a brotherly squabble going on throughout the past two months, much to the delight of their teammate. At times, there has been a reference to a third brother “Ludwig” although I cannot remember why.
Things took a turn for the worse this week however, when in a moment of trash-talk-turned-black-humour, someone referred to them as “the Sundin sisters”. Swedish references aside, there are so many things wrong with this label, I’ll go no further in trying to describe it.
Tough one tonight but Blue kept rolling into form and scored late and then added an empty netter to win 5-3.
At our game last night in Elmira, a teammate who is a well-traveled cat made the comment about how lucky we are to place in such a fine facility. He travels so much he hasn’t had a chance to play all that regularly over the past few years and he marveled about how nice it was to be home for an extended period and be able to play consistently. He said it’s truly a wonderful country where there is peace, jobs and recreation like hockey that can still be enjoyed by old blokes like us.
He mentioned that in the Czech Republic, he has a friend who lives in a pretty serious hockey town there and that friend just cannot understand how adults are still playing here. The rub? In his town ( a pretty fair sized town), there is only one indoor arena and the ice time goes to the kids. This guy was incredulous that we have multiple, multi-pad rinks in a single town.
My friend noted that there are few places in the world he has traveled that compare to Canada with respect to the good fortune its citizens enjoy. “This isn’t normal” was his final comment.
Lucky indeed, yes we are.
The lace you’ve been meaning to change is bound to break when you are in the biggest rush. It’s the truest of Murphy’s Laws applied to hockey.
Tonight, I was in a grand rush to get to my 9:00 game in Elmira because, as luck would have it, my brief after-dinner, pre-game nap turned into a real doozy and I woke up at exactly 8:38 PM. Now, Elmira is about a twenty minute drive from my place on a good night but this was the eve of what all the weather-porn guys were calling the storm of the century (3rd one in last four years I think) so the roads were a little bit slick with a few flurries coming down.
However, it was only 8:38, not 8:48 or 8:58 so I had a shot. I grabbed my gear quickly, threw the coat on and was out the door in the car by 8:42. I turned the car off at 9:02 in the parking lot and ran into the Elmira rec centre, my loudest-hockey-bag-on-wheels-in-the-universe informing the entire township of my arrival.
Now, as those at the rink who know me know, I can get dressed pretty quick, and even quicker under pressure and this was one of those situations. I’m guessing I was only two or three minutes from sitting down to lacing up.
And then it broke. The one lace that I’d been tightening gingerly for several weeks, the wax lace (which means it’s made of the most unmalleable material ever created, and made more so on a cold skate that has been stored in the garage the last three days), snapped about one inch beyond the second-last islet. Beautiful. Cuss words came out, and give the time crunch I was in no mood for a full lace replace so I took the approach of trying to re-work this lace back on one side to free up another few inches on the broken side. Easy right?
Not. This was a cold skate, itself not the most malleable thing on earth, with a cold wax lace tightened in. There are Celtic churches from the dark ages that are less rugged than this configuration. It took another two to three minutes to fix this lace situation, a real downer since this is the best hour of this person’s life each week and lost time here is time truly wasted in life.
However, I made it to the ice with only about seven minutes gone in the first and all was well. The lace held, my sleep did wonders for my energy level and I got a breakaway in the dying seconds with the game tied. The game was ours to win if I could score, and score I did – one second after the buzzer went.
Ok, confession time. This entry is being written almost a week late. My iphone app tells me Red beat us 3-2 on the 4th, that Brian and Bart spared for us but beyond that, there are no other clues and I cannot remember a thing about the game. I’m going to have to add a new field to the app to record what actually happened immediately post game for just such a situation in the future.
Blue won last night but without some regulars. One to injury, one to a trip to Vegas for some fun on Superbowl weekend. Apparently the spares brought in were the lucky rabbit’s foot needed to break Blue’s two game losing skid and we skated to a very nice 5-0 win. The score didn’t tell the story of how well our keeper played but who cares – after the game we just pretended we all did everything right and enjoyed things on that basis.
Blue lost again last night but we made a game of it. Trailing 3-0 and 4-1, we battled back to 4-3 and then missed a couple of close ones that would have tied it before we lost it with the their 5th coming late followed by an empty netter.
And…a personal milestone was achieved earlier in the evening when I was able to successfully load an iphone app I developed for the WOHL. Never again will I forget who I’m supposed to get a spare for, or what the score of the last game was, or who is MVP for our next contest.