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.
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.
posted by Eric at 1/24/2006 06:40:00 PM
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