Blades Of Glory

The jerseys are in! Here's mine . . . without my fat ass.

As you may or may not have read over at Deathlok's place, we won our hockey game on Sunday night. As luck would have it, our schedule called for another game last night against Friends' Bar and Grille. They are in the "B" Division - read: better than us - so this was deemed a "crossover game," and would not count toward our divisional standings. No pressure, right?

Apparently, not, because The Badger was pretty stellar in goal - as evidenced by this early breakaway stop in the first period.

What's even more amazing is that his glove hand was near crippled, courtesy of a slap shot by Randal graves in warm-ups. Randal took the first shot at Badger, hit him in the finger, and Badger dropped like a vegetable out of Rosie O'Donnell's mouth.

The first thing that was evident about Friends' was their speed. They were crazy fast. It also helped that they could skate rather well, too. Perhaps that's what helped their defense catch John - and drag him down - on his breakaway.

It's okay, kids. The defenseman was called for tripping, and we scored on the ensuing power play. We broke the early 1-1 tie, and were soon up by two goals. After that, it got pretty chippy, as Randal (#4) and Vinnie (#9) would attest.

We wound up winning the game by a score of 6-3. But before we left, Mike had a little, um, run-in with a Friends' player. Not very friendly, if you ask me.

The win was our 6th in a row, and our record now is 8-2 overall. (We're also undefeated in the new jerseys.) Maybe I should ask my PT if he can hold off on clearing me to play. I'd hate to ruin this winning streak with my terrible play.