I take hockey seriously; well, I’m a Leafs fan, so maybe I don’t take it that seriously. But, I do enjoy playing the game and my competitive nature really shows in game situations. For the first time in nearly 8 years, I’m playing league hockey…beer league, yes, but… that’s the best kind isn’t?
Anyway, there’s nothing I can’t stand more than losing – except maybe this – and the team I play for, the 20/20 Club Ice Dogs (Oromocto Men’s League) has become quite adept at the art of throwing away points. Up until Christmas Break we’d managed only two wins and two ties (one of those wins came by forfeit) so, needless to say a fella can get some anger brewing when we go down. The Ice Dogs; we go down in a big way (7-0 is a familiar score), but the anger quickly subsides in the dressing room afterward; it’s a great group of guys. Plus, did I mention it’s a Beer League?
When we do win, though, it’s a joyous occasion and last night we snagged a W against the Mooseheads. It was a 6-5 final that saw us playing our hearts (and lungs) out for a full 50 mins. (our league does two 25 min periods). The team's beer-per-game (BPG) stats soared - as did our confidence. We’ll be looking to have our first ever win streak when we play again on Monday against the Flyers. We can do it! And if we don’t...
…it’s a Beer League.
Good job boys!
-Crash-
**On a personal note: I’m known by some on the team as “Phantom” for my shot blocking attempts that never actually block shots – effective in that it keeps the shot from happening, but not a true shot block. Last night, I had an epic shot-block while on the Penalty Kill that resulted in puck-sized bruise forming around my belly-button (Bullseye!). It’s tender today…and hurt like a mother— last night, but it sure looked good. And could've been worse (re: Picture above)
It’s moments like this that I come off the ice proud of my commitment, but quickly realize…I’m an idiot. Speaking of idiots, check this out:
Anyway, there’s nothing I can’t stand more than losing – except maybe this – and the team I play for, the 20/20 Club Ice Dogs (Oromocto Men’s League) has become quite adept at the art of throwing away points. Up until Christmas Break we’d managed only two wins and two ties (one of those wins came by forfeit) so, needless to say a fella can get some anger brewing when we go down. The Ice Dogs; we go down in a big way (7-0 is a familiar score), but the anger quickly subsides in the dressing room afterward; it’s a great group of guys. Plus, did I mention it’s a Beer League?
When we do win, though, it’s a joyous occasion and last night we snagged a W against the Mooseheads. It was a 6-5 final that saw us playing our hearts (and lungs) out for a full 50 mins. (our league does two 25 min periods). The team's beer-per-game (BPG) stats soared - as did our confidence. We’ll be looking to have our first ever win streak when we play again on Monday against the Flyers. We can do it! And if we don’t...
…it’s a Beer League.
Good job boys!
-Crash-
**On a personal note: I’m known by some on the team as “Phantom” for my shot blocking attempts that never actually block shots – effective in that it keeps the shot from happening, but not a true shot block. Last night, I had an epic shot-block while on the Penalty Kill that resulted in puck-sized bruise forming around my belly-button (Bullseye!). It’s tender today…and hurt like a mother— last night, but it sure looked good. And could've been worse (re: Picture above)
It’s moments like this that I come off the ice proud of my commitment, but quickly realize…I’m an idiot. Speaking of idiots, check this out:
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