Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Weekend 2 - Ellenton, FL

The J.P. Igloo is now called the Ellenton Sports Arena or something. The drive up was rather smooth, if you don't count the traffic up I-75 for absolutely no reason. I was in Munter's car w/ Jake and Necker and they brought a tv and an xbox which would've bankrupted the vehicle of all it's electricity. Instead, they sung along to the religious rock station for the 2nd half of the excursion.

VS Charlotte (D1)
Charlotte has this 50 point scorer named Lorusso. The next best guy on that team has 21 points. This Lorusso guy is a shrimp, but fast (although that describes most of the Charlotte team). We did a wonderful job holding Lorusso to a measly 4 goals, 2 assists, so that was impressive. Alex kept us in this game with 4 or 5 goals (unclear, as you will see, referees no longer give a shit about the rules of hockey nor proper statistic logging). Let's address this issue for a second...a few months back I was surprised to see that both Hartman and his arch-nemesis, Jorge, are both registered with jersey #21. We all know this is George's fault but nobody seems to want to/be able to fix this mishap. A couple of months and 3 phantom George goals later, and Alex is prepared to quit the team. Well, not yet...We lose by two goals in this game, but the game is represented on the SECRHL site as a 7-7 stalemate. Superb.

VS Florida International (D1)
The superfans (Lee, Deana, Whitney) showed up in time for this eventual 11:00PM faceoff. This game almost echoed the scrimmage. We didn't play nearly as badly in the beginning, but we didn't have penetration until well into the 2nd period. SECRHL decided to be fruit roll-ups and didn't post ANY stats, other than the unofficial, 7-3 rape tally. My goal in this one was off of a nice drop pass by one Christopher Falce. Using "the experience" as a screen, I picked the top right corner. Now that the stats probably will never be posted, I may never catch up to Corpse in the scoring race...major props to his SEVEN-GOAL opening weekend. Retarded.

VS Embry-Riddle (DII)
8:00AM. Embry-fuckin-Riddle. They have gotten better (I guess), but few things are worth getting up at 8AM for. It did make us feel better though when we walked into the rink and saw USF and Charlotte tangling along the boards in their 7AM game. ERAU stayed with us for what seemed like an eternity, until insertion was achieved. Although the statistical inaccuracies in this final score were epic, the lone goal in our 1-0 nailbiter was notched by Jake "Flader FLAAAAD!" Flader. I have no complaints.

VS Florida (D1)
We're tired, we're aching, and we're a little regretful for not taking our chance when we had it against Charlotte. Necker's been welcoming blame ever since that game for what was either a post office shot or just a shot he didn't lift over their goaltender. Then in comes Lance. In arguably his shining moment of his brief you-guys-have-only-been-skating-together-for-3-weeks Miami coaching career, basically wants to play the entire game as if we were shorthanded. We're going to play a passive box, let Florida come into our end, and give them no quality scoring opportunities. It feels strange and very uncomfortable playing this passively, but we understood that it must've drove Florida even more crazy. Nobody gets between Falce and Steelers AFC Championship games. As his boys were in the first quarter of their game against Indianapolis, Falce wasted no time putting us on the board. Our bench was pumped, and so was Chris, who following the goal greeted the Florida bench with a good ol' man scream. Why after the first goal? We may never know. Eventually, with help from a couple of odd man rushes and breakaways, we got out to a quick 3-0 head start on the Gators, which we knew we would need. The whole game was dominated by Florida, but their shots were either shot directly at Munter or shot over the net. This was a game up til the very end, because the Gators slowly made up the ground they lost at the beginning of the game, but they were running out of time. With about 4 minutes left, they netted 2 or 3 goals to tie the score with about 1:30 left. At this point, we're just making sure we don't completely hand the game over to them, but the puck makes a good bounce and Necker heads up the court and into their zone. He decides to let one fly and buries it at just about the :42 mark. I remember hearing someone say "That can't be good for his ego". But everyone's amped up anyway. We later found out that the Gators were utilizing their backup goaltender, which would explain why he was leaning on the crossbar at the time Necker shot the puck, as well as why Falce picked the same top right corner breakaway after breakaway and scored on practically all of them. Whatever, we'll take the win. Specific stats not available courtesy of SECRHL, but the final score was correct: 7-6 Miami.

FIU Scrimmage - Deerfield Beach, FL

With winter break behind us, we were one semester older and one semester fatter. I couldn't help but wonder at many times over the course of this one-hockey-weekend semester: What have we learned by practicing on thursdays and saturdays?
Our test was FIU. A scrimmage on Wednesday. A nice tune-up game so we could get reaquainted with the idea of playing another team in a competitive environment. Lance went all out this time. Not only did he front the money for the rink time, but he paid for referee services as well. We gotta make him a plaque or something so he can lose it forever in all of his boat racing trophies.

This game was a quintessential display of just how different we can play depending on what Miami team shows up. The first 3 periods were garbage (i think we ended up playing 5 or 6 periods). We couldn't skate, couldn't play D, couldn't pass, you name it. The second half of the game we stuck it in there. Alex would cover our ass by describing such a scenario as..."we were just getting our scrotes lined up before sticking it in" or something but nevertheless we hit our stride. After their team calb scored their seventh goal I turned to George (now that I think of it I probably should've turned to someone else) and vowed not to allow any more goals. If they do score a goal, heaven help us if it's the calb. They didn't score for the final two periods.

One event that stuck out in my mind was when I annihilated this kid without using any energy whatsoever. This kid was streaking down the far side as I hopped off the bench, so I skate over, and he skates right into me and makes me look like a fucking rockstar. The kid gets up and gives me some staredown. He has one of the worst facial hair situations I've ever seen. I tell him that he ran into me. He looks like he wants to fight or something. I got penalized for that. After the game he tells me "Don't worry man that's hockey man don't worry". What a strange, ugly kid.