First let me state right here, right now, that I handed in one of my most dreadful performances. Right up there with the time I showed up Stinking Drunk when we played in the Sunday Night league....but that's another story.
We jumped out to a 3-1 lead only to see it vanish and found ourselves behind 4-3. Then the fun began. We tied it 4-4, then they went up 5-4, we tied it 5-5, they went ahead 6-5...are you starting to see a pattern? We tied it 6-6, then with about a 3 minutes to go they scored on a 2 on 1 which yours truly help create by pinching at the other end and coming with nothing but my dick in my hand....so we're down 7-6.
We pull Richard with about 1:30 to go and sure enough, Kenny bangs home a loose puck and ties it with about 50 seconds to go. The Black Bastards managed to get the face off and dump it in. I raced back and banged it hard up the boards, their winger got a piece of it and their D managed to bang it back in (our winger...don't know). Richard manages to get a glove on it, and instead of freezing it for a face off and game over...he drops it in the back of the net. I circle around take a look up. Both winger and D are hugging the boards (our winger...don't know) so I decide to flip it out....One of the Black Bastards gloves it out of the air, about shoulder height and they get another good shot. But it stands...7-7. Whew!
We hung in there. We could easily have folded many times but we kept coming back. All in all it was just one of those games. Although it was one of the better games the Black Bastards put together...pricks!
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