Bombarded!

It seems Alain has another talent besides stopping pucks. He's our guest Blogger and sent in the following from the game. I was a last minute no-show. Kids sick, wife sick, coughing, snot, running to the crapper every 10 minutes....you get the picture.

Thanks Alain.

The game started with the scoreboard showing 2-2 (from a previous game) and 60 minutes to play.

"Not a chance in hell" we thought looking at our 7 yellow jerseys against an overstacked and angry-looking White Team helped with some twenty-something ex-UdeM player. Some of us were tired, some hungover.

Some seriously considered twice before dressing up.

Figuring it was going to be an easy feast, the Whites lent us one of their non-regular player, who ended up scoring the first goal, an ice-level shot sneaking through legs and past Wally.

Speaking of legs, it looked like we were out of them after 5 minutes.

But somehow we held against the fire.

The score at half time break: Yellows 1 Whites 0. We could have easily used 15 min of break, but the damn refs whistled us back to play in less than a minute.

Three goals were scored in the next 10 minutes. The White bastards came fast on the left side and snapped a quick one past Alain's blocker side, making it 1-1. Then on a turn around, another point blank shot on blocker side, and it's 2-1. Then one of our offence returned the favor with a nice shot, upstairs past the blocker side.

To put it bluntly, our offence made the best of their 6 shots on goal (Wally's count), opportunistic like leaches sucking on a freshly dead body -- suck the blood while it's still warm! We couldn't have asked for more.

The question was: can we hold the 2-2 tie till the end?

The last 20 minutes was like the carpet bombing of Berlin at the end of WWII. The defense was tired but the guys did an great job stopping players and shots left and right.

At the buzzer an angry White player skated from the blue line, cross checked Pierre and said "You played the whole game like that, you fucker!"

Priceless.

The scoreboard was prophetic, the act was heroic.

Merry Christmas White Bastards!

3 lines..No Problem

We handed a the Green Bastards a good Whoopin'. Probably only the second time all year we had 3 lines out. The Green Bastards had two lines, but it was probably the best lineup they could put out there.

Alain had a solid game and we slowly wore 'em out and finished 8-2. Beauty!

Take that ya Green Bastards!

BrainCramp!

We tied the Black Bastards 3-3, but we let this one slip away. Don't remember all the details, but I do remember how we ended up with a tie.

We had a 3-2 lead with about 5 minutes to go....then we got a collective BRAINCRAMP! Karl got the puck along the boards in our end and for some reason turned back into our end and slid a pass over to Bill, who wasn't expecting it, he bobbled it, then Alain Bobbled it....and then it was in the net. Beauty, eh!

We pressed in the last 2 minutes and almost scored but it wasn't to be. Damn!

2 for 1

Since we've dropped two in a row, I'll just package the last two games in one shit pile.  Lost on Thursday to the Green Bastards 4-2.  We were badly out hustled and Alain kept us in it.  We did have some chances but couldn't finish. Kenny missed two breakaways, and that was just how things went.


Saturday we dropped one 5-3 to the White Bastards with Kijiji Goalie Derrick.  He didn't have the best of games.  We missed a lot of chances again and we're in this one right to the end.  They scored the 5th with under 2 minutes.


So there ya have it.  Our scoring has dried up and now we're on a 3 game skid.

Dropped one.

Well let's see...it was 4-0 in the first 4 minutes.  Ya, well if you're going to loose one, may as well get it done with.  
After the ClusterFuck of a start we settled down at least made it competitive.  They still outchanced us, but they had a young ringer in the net and we didn't get a break.


It ended 7-2.  So at least the rest of the game it was 3-2....sorta....got to try and take something positive away.


So, the Hell with it...on to the next one.

D-Fence!!!

Pierre Dalton - 2 goals

Stole one!  Fresh off the plane from Italy, Alain drops a beauty on the White Bastards...3-2!  The D-Men flex their scoring touch.....And...Pat...Yes Pat...gets a 10 minute misconduct!


The White Bastards had a solid lineup with a New Guy on  D and their best skaters up front.  For the Good Guys we had myself, Pierre, Ti-Gas, and (special guest appearance) PA on the Blue line.  Up front, Hob, Karl, George, Pat, Gilles, Ken, & Ti-Boy.


It started off with a good pace, playing in the Cage tends to do that.  The first break came when the puck was dumped into our end, Pierre headed in and picked it up.  Both teams went for a change and Pierre found himself with a whole lot of real estate to bring the puck out.  He it the Jets...well Ok..he kinda put his head down and started up ice...the White "FAT" Bastards were slow getting over the boards, and Pierre found himself hitting the Red line and then the Blue line with about as much speed as he could muster.  He beat the D Man coming across  and gained the zone on the left hand side.  With Wally hugging the post it looked like Pierre was going to pass it out front but instead...fired a shot short side....1-0 for the Good Guys.


They got one to make 1-1 and then made it 2-1.  They were coming hard and we weren't making it easy with stupid neutral zone turnovers. They were doing a good job cycling the puck in our end and throwing it out front creating confusion an limiting us in our breakout.  As always, the White Bastards were Cherry Picking and it was had to keep the offensive zone with those Pricks lurking behind ya.  During this time we started farting around and stopped shooting.  This is where Alain held the fort, shut 'em down and didn't let things slip away.  Finally we started to get a little push back and started getting some chances, but Wally was being a 'Dink' and making his own saves. 


Then finally we got one.  We were putting some pressure on, and a rolling puck squirted out to the point,Ti-Gas just drove it at the net, and after hitting a few shin pads, stick and whatnot..bang! it's behind Wally...2-2!


Shortly after that we had a face-off in their end.  Pat and their "new guy" ...the Prick who likes to handle the puck, who twists and turns, and we have to chase him in the corner back and forth and back and forth and all you want to do when he's Fucking around is pin the LITTLE FUCKER TO THE BOARDS AND SQUEEZE THE LIFTING SHIT OUT OF HIM.....that Guy....but I digress.  


Pat and he get into it along the boards, the sticks come up, the shoving starts, and the Refs gotta come in an break this shit up!  WTF!...We didn't know until after the game that there's a little history with Pat and this little Fucker...they used to work together...'nuff said.  So the Pair of 'em get 10 minutes.


So there's the setup....2-2...with about 15 minutes to go...we each got a man in the box.  Things settle in.  Then...we get a break...Pierre finds himself breaking out of our own end on a 3-on-1...their D-Man backs in and gives up the Blue Line...our wingers are on either side..Pierre let's one RIP!....top corner where MOMMA KEEPS THE PEANUT BUTTER!....3-2 for the Good Guys!...Beauty!


We played solid after that...protecting the lead...not great...but up the boards....and nothing too stupid...because we had to save that for the last 2 minutes. We managed to survive a  Mad Scramble with Wally on the bench and an empty net at the other end...even though a certain player had a chance to dump it in...but instead coughed it up in the neutral zone....only to admit later in the room that he didn't realize we had the lead...who shall remain nameless...(Well maybe his name rhymes with BEN!)


But, when the Buzzer went...3 for the Good Guys....2 for the White Bastards.  Best of all was when the buzzer went # 5 ...slammed his stick on the ice in frustration...Beauty!


Take that ya White Bastards!... Pierre carries the Team with 2 goals, T-Gas chips in another and Alain shuts 'em down....D-FENCE!!!!!


Merry X-mas ya White Bastards...there's an 'Ole Rotten Tatter at the bottom of yer Sock!....HA!