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| Pierre Dalton - 2 goals |
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!
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