A "Chilly" Reception

Since no one reads this blog anymore, I might as well post about our brutal hockey game last night. The X-Men (that's my team, by the way) faced off against Chilly McPhilly's (whom we beat last time, 7-4), and from the outset, we knew it was gonna be a hard-hitting match. My first clue: as I was going in on a 2-on-1, a player from Chilly's stuck his stick in my skate, yanked on it, and I slid feet-first into the boards right next to the ref - who ignored the infraction.

It didn't get much better from there. After being cross-checked in front of the net (and losing his helmet), one of our players received a ten-minute misconduct penalty for arguing with the ref. Classic line: "Hey ref, do you think the helmet unsnapped itself and jumped off my head?" Soon after, the referees lost control of the game, and began missing penalties on both sides. Not that it mattered, because we didn't play well enough to win.

As for yours truly, my teammates said I played pretty well, but in my opinion, I sucked. Halfway through the game, I went in on another 2-on-1, received a perfect pass close to the goal, panicked, and passed it back instead of taking the shot. I probably could have scored (which would have tied the game), but choked. I kept hearing Robert DeNiro from Cop Land, "YOU BLEW IT!"

So, we are now two games under .500, with fourteen to play, and are renting real estate in the divisional basement. Swell. Our next game is Thursday night at 10:45pm, so I'll be informing Sergeant A-hole that I'm taking that night off.