GAME 2: The agony of defeat
Another week and another game. This time the second best team who thankfully are more of our level. There was much cross talk in the dressing room as we tried to figure out how to do better. I gave up after three or four completely different ideas are thrown about.
Instead I let the guys have it out and only give the line ups. It wasn’t too hard as we were short players due to illness, injury and I assume apathy. We scraped together two plausible lines with one extra player and hobbled out to the rink.
Period one: An excellent start as in the first two minutes we scored! Up one nothing we felt buoyed. After a few battles and some back and forth I end up on the ice to see the next goal… this time against us. I have given up on figuring out my plus/minus after last weeks thumping. We struggled and there were a few good chances but in the end of the period we were down 3 to 1.
Second period: A few good chances and some decent passing holds the score. Then I come onto the ice and have the puck to me free and clear. No one behind me and a defense man over the blue line.
" MUST CLEAR THE PUCK!!" Screams in my mind and I pull off a beauty tape to tape pass over the blue line and into the neutral zone. Suddenly I hear “OFFSIDE! OFFSIDE!!” from the ref. Huh? Who is offside? It was then I notice the goalie is wearing the wrong jersey.
damn
Yep. I was clear to rush towards the net and attempt a goal. The defense was behind me… Instead I passed it offside. OOO the stupidity of that moment burned with the might of a billion suns.
Had to shake that off and continue. I hit someone by mistake, and they toppled me. Whoah… they have a good centre of gravity. We were switching up pretty quickly but they had more bodies and our gas was ebbing. On the bench I was dying… At least I wasn’t blacking out.
Penalty!
Our guy got a tripping penalty. He admitted later it was deliberate. We all still agreed it was a bad call just to be contrary.
I end up in a race for the puck that I just miss and I fall to the ice and skid midway down the ice and into the boards. I was going slow enough and adjusted myself so as not to go head first or feet first. I enjoyed the ride and even the thump against the board.
3 goals later I noticed many of my team mates were gassed, but they were trying their hardest.
Third Period: Another goal. Sigh. I was angry for only a moment but realized hey I’m here to have fun. I gave up any illusion of winning and played as hard as I could for the pleasure OF JUST BEING ON THE ICE.
Now I know from watching movies that Patton “doesn’t give a hoot and a holler for a man who looses and laughs” but I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted to play… maybe even get a goal.
I got one chance but was one stride to late from poking a loose puck into the net while the goalie fumbled towards it. I ran into a female player on the boards in front of her bench(Not at any high speed mind you) I held her up from falling and after a few awkward seconds I asked if she was ok. She said yes. I said “oh good in that case…” and dug the puck from between us and shot into their zone.
A couple of goals later I was on the ice again for the last minute. My fellow winger, a young woman who has great skating and stick handling skills but no hockey knowledge and I raced to the net. She had a shot and their defense man was on her. All I had to to was lift his stick for her to make the shot. I just missed it. The puck was recovered and sent out and I coast away as the final buzzer sounds.
Final score 10 to 1.
A better showing than last week and I think we are improving. We actually spent time in their zone and there were shots on net. So there is an improvement.
The end of the game My friend shows a sign his daughter brought to the game. “Try and win” That was good enough for all of us to burst into laughter in the dressing room.
Next week is a battle for the two last place teams. It should be a closer game.
I know I’ll be there charging and chugging and puffing away. Until then… I’ll give a hoot and an holler, cause without that we might as well pack it up and be miserable and really, who wants that?