The much anticipated email from the freshly-minted captains of this year’s end-of-year WOHL tourney were sent yesterday. And the verdict is…White is the new Blue.
Yes, I’ll be trading in my blue sweater for a white one late Thursday night. White looks solid, really solid. As much as I’ll have blue tatooed on my chest forever, it is just a wash-off tatoo and by post-game Thursday night, I’ll be as white as white on rice.
The year-end tournament is an epic event and one all WOHL’ers look forward to. Five hours on a Saturday where each team gets three 40-minutes games. In between, there is a literal feast going on since most of us will have skipped breakfast to get to the rink on time as well as a figurative feast of trash-talk, taunts and hockey blarney.
And of course, we get to play hockey.
It was a crazy long hard weekend of work. Not many hours sleep and a fair bit of angst that go hand-in-hand with a large system conversion I have been working on with a client. Monday, the morning-after, is always ugly even when such an event goes well and today was no exception.
However, I was able to scoot out of the office by 7:45, get home in time for a bite and then got to Elmira in time for my 9:00 game. Blue came out on top so on that basis alone, I’ll call the day a roaring success. It’s good to keep work and hockey in their proper relative priority and perspective. Some people love their work. I, other hand think they call it work for a reason. For me, work is not happiness. But hockey is.
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.
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.