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!