We called up Warren from the minors to fill in for Alain. He was overjoyed at seeing the support of five guys show up! Ti-Gas, Karl, PA, Pat, & yours truly. There were a few "Choice Words" bantered about for our missing Team Mates.....but the show must go on.
I was the first to hit the ice and little #2 from the Black Bastards skates over and asks, "How many are you guys, can you spare a few?". I said, "You're shitting me, we're only five", he said, "Fuck, we're only 6!". Well we're both screwed I guess.
We decided to play 4 on 4, which gave them 2 spares and only 1 for us, but whatever, let's get it on.
We went up 3-1 then they made it 3-2. We got up 4-2, and I'm not sure what the sequence was but it ended up 5-3. We never trailed. With so much ice we had lots of time and really passed the puck around. We outshot them and left a lot of goals out there. We could have had this one running away. Warren was solid and made some key saves and didn't give up anything cheap. He was suffering from a chest injury, but that was from a Crazy Carpet...that's another story.
Needless to say we were all sucking wind, but like good Catholic Boys, we pulled it out!
So take that ya Black Bastards, HA!
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