About Last Night . . .

With all due respect to everyone else who doesn't give a rat's ass about my hockey team, RT, Kitty, and RFTR asked, so . . . here's the review.

It's a Catch-22 when you walk into a locker room and see over a dozen skaters. And more keep walking in. On the one hand, it's great to see so many players because you know you'll have ample recovery time - especially if you're a fat bastard like myself. On the other hand, having too many skaters cuts down your ice time - not a great feeling when you really want to play.

At the time of the face-off, we had 17 skaters. Ouch.

Luckily, our skaters had talent. Ten of us came over from our Winter League, and our free agents had skill. I played defense with Fish, and almost immediately, we decided that pairing the two d-men who skated like they were stuck in molasses was not a good idea.

Of course, when I deflected a shot off my own goal post, that didn't help matters, either. This was the greeting when I got back to the bench:

Badger: "Nice shot."
Me: "Thanks."
Ronnie: "It was the best shot you've had in a long time."
Me: "Get bent!"

Don't worry. We got better. Badger scored a beautiful tip-in goal early on, and we hung in with a younger, faster squad for two periods. We were down 3-2 with a minute left in the game, when we pulled the goaltender for the extra attacker - a move that rarely works. Unbelievably, we scored the tying goal with 8.9 seconds left!

For some reason, the Flyers Skate Zone doesn't believe in overtime, so we went straight to a shootout. We took that by a score of 3-2, and won the game by a score of 4-3. Undefeated, baby! (Hell, every game counts, since it's only a ten game season.) Here are the current standings. We are considered "Skate Zone Blue" until someone thinks up a catchy name.

Got any ideas?