Regionals - Ellenton, FL
I haven't updated since going on an awesome spring break vacation to Vancouver, BC. But I won't delve into that since this is a "Roller Blog". Stick to hockey...stick to hockey...
We had to win Regionals because this was the absolute first speeding violation Eric Munter has received. And who knew? In alligator alley. Nobody saw the cop, even as he was behind us, since our equipment was piled high in the trunk. Munter pulled to the next lane thinking it was for somebody else, but the piggy followed him. Munter is smiling but he is pissed. This is a good thing, I think.
VS EMBRY RIDDLE
Scary. We got out to a 4 goal lead early, this time it took :17 for yours truly to get his roll on (the second goal coming from another defenseman: Mike Ruble). We seemed to lack the same killer instinct in this game that we seem to implement on degenerates like Eckerd. Riddle stayed with us this game a little more than we'd have liked, as it took until the 3rd period for the game to be out of reach. We had an exceptionally balanced attack, as our top 2 offense lines (Falce, Chili, 'lex, and Neck) had at least 4 points each. Final score: 13-8, the green guys.
VS ECKERD
The team was agitated by the Riddle game as we broke out of the gate, scoring 6 unanswered goals. It was in this game that I had one of my best outputs: 3g, 3a. Of course Longnecker was the game's high scorer w/ 4g, 4a, but he can't help it being a stud and all. Also notable as fuck: Sizzle: 2g, 1a, Pringle: 2g. Yayahhhhh. Final score: 19-4 Miami.
VS EMORY (round-robin)
Everyone knew this game was going to be a preview of the SCRHA DII championship game. Emory had won 8 of their last 10, so they had materialized into our only threat in the entire region. This game was ridden w/ penalties. Manliest name award winner Brandt Jewell scored 5 of Emory's 7 goals, including the game winner. Yours truly scored on the powerplay, but I'm not gunna brag about this one like I usually do in these blog entries because it was absolute garbage. Right place, right time type shit. Best part of the goal was getting a bear hug from Falce right afterward. What a fucking gamer that kid is. Later in the period he launched a shortie from outside the blueline past a goalie who had been leaning on his own post (apparently out of sheer boredom). The goal was cool, but the bloody roar that followed made Brandt Jewell wish he had a cooler name. Emory wins anyway, 7-5.
VS NORTH FLORIDA UNIVERSITY (semifinal)
To mention NFU and semifinal in the same breath seemed awkward. The only reason we didn't play the game drunk was because we played like absolute dog shit against Embry Riddle. This game was all business, as we outshot them 39-19. Longnecker netted 3, Chili and Falce had typical outputs, and Ruble had an excellent game with a goal and 4 assists. Munter earned himself another shutout. We're goin to the finals!
VS EMORY ("This is the rematch" -Deebo, "Next Friday")
Fuck people that make you play a subpar team at 8 in the fucking morning. That's what Emory did when they defeated us on Saturday. Before the game someone sat Chili down and told him that if we lost, we wouldn't get an autobid to Nationals, meaning we would have to pay for airfare and a hotel ourselves. Will went on to have a career game. There was a Chili sighting in the defensive zone in the first period, then again multiple times in the 2nd and 3rd periods. The man who later attributed his success to the energy drink Red Bull played like a man possessed, carrying the team on his back while notching 4 goals (one PP) and an assist. Emory stayed with us, and almost tied the game towards the end, but we held it together. Game-the-fuck-over. 6-5 Miami.
Witnesses: UMiami team, Emory team, Lance Ruble, Ed Luther, the water bottles.
We had to win Regionals because this was the absolute first speeding violation Eric Munter has received. And who knew? In alligator alley. Nobody saw the cop, even as he was behind us, since our equipment was piled high in the trunk. Munter pulled to the next lane thinking it was for somebody else, but the piggy followed him. Munter is smiling but he is pissed. This is a good thing, I think.
VS EMBRY RIDDLE
Scary. We got out to a 4 goal lead early, this time it took :17 for yours truly to get his roll on (the second goal coming from another defenseman: Mike Ruble). We seemed to lack the same killer instinct in this game that we seem to implement on degenerates like Eckerd. Riddle stayed with us this game a little more than we'd have liked, as it took until the 3rd period for the game to be out of reach. We had an exceptionally balanced attack, as our top 2 offense lines (Falce, Chili, 'lex, and Neck) had at least 4 points each. Final score: 13-8, the green guys.
VS ECKERD
The team was agitated by the Riddle game as we broke out of the gate, scoring 6 unanswered goals. It was in this game that I had one of my best outputs: 3g, 3a. Of course Longnecker was the game's high scorer w/ 4g, 4a, but he can't help it being a stud and all. Also notable as fuck: Sizzle: 2g, 1a, Pringle: 2g. Yayahhhhh. Final score: 19-4 Miami.
VS EMORY (round-robin)
Everyone knew this game was going to be a preview of the SCRHA DII championship game. Emory had won 8 of their last 10, so they had materialized into our only threat in the entire region. This game was ridden w/ penalties. Manliest name award winner Brandt Jewell scored 5 of Emory's 7 goals, including the game winner. Yours truly scored on the powerplay, but I'm not gunna brag about this one like I usually do in these blog entries because it was absolute garbage. Right place, right time type shit. Best part of the goal was getting a bear hug from Falce right afterward. What a fucking gamer that kid is. Later in the period he launched a shortie from outside the blueline past a goalie who had been leaning on his own post (apparently out of sheer boredom). The goal was cool, but the bloody roar that followed made Brandt Jewell wish he had a cooler name. Emory wins anyway, 7-5.
VS NORTH FLORIDA UNIVERSITY (semifinal)
To mention NFU and semifinal in the same breath seemed awkward. The only reason we didn't play the game drunk was because we played like absolute dog shit against Embry Riddle. This game was all business, as we outshot them 39-19. Longnecker netted 3, Chili and Falce had typical outputs, and Ruble had an excellent game with a goal and 4 assists. Munter earned himself another shutout. We're goin to the finals!
VS EMORY ("This is the rematch" -Deebo, "Next Friday")
Fuck people that make you play a subpar team at 8 in the fucking morning. That's what Emory did when they defeated us on Saturday. Before the game someone sat Chili down and told him that if we lost, we wouldn't get an autobid to Nationals, meaning we would have to pay for airfare and a hotel ourselves. Will went on to have a career game. There was a Chili sighting in the defensive zone in the first period, then again multiple times in the 2nd and 3rd periods. The man who later attributed his success to the energy drink Red Bull played like a man possessed, carrying the team on his back while notching 4 goals (one PP) and an assist. Emory stayed with us, and almost tied the game towards the end, but we held it together. Game-the-fuck-over. 6-5 Miami.
Witnesses: UMiami team, Emory team, Lance Ruble, Ed Luther, the water bottles.
posted by Eric at 3/26/2005 11:33:00 PM
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