October 26, 2003

Lak languishes, but gets last laugh

Lak Attack's early-season struggles continued Sunday. In last week's season opener, he was unable to reverse his side's late-game collapse, despite being paired with super sniper, the Kid; but this week his powerhouse linemates were able to overcome the lament of their leader to romp to a 20-9 win.

Playing on a dreamteam lineup that included Kid and Elvis, and backstopped by the solid goaltending of a hungover Gump, Lak Attack wheeled and dealed, but his contribution to his side's dominating victory was limited to one goal.

"I know my game has been behind," says Lak Attack, bristling at suggestions that he may be entering the twilight of his superstardom.

But other roadsters have noticed the shifty speedster's fleet footwork seems to have faltered after he gained some off-season girth.

"The Lak of today has got about half the speed, half the skills and about twice the weight," says Wendel, who's returned to the game after almost a two-season hiatus to pursue educational opportunities.

"He wasn't the dominant force I saw when I first started," says Beetle Boy.

"Father Time is marching on," says Paul One, who should know, as one of the league's oldest players. "He's not hanging onto the ball as much as he used to in his prime."

Lak Attack admits he was softened by a slothful summer.

"It's a conditioning stint that I have to work on. It's gonna be a long haul, and it's gonna be another four months until I get back on form."

Meanwhile, defenders are taking advantage. They've overcome their awe for the fearsome forward, forcing the check with renewed vigor.

"He relies on you trying to commit to him, so he can make a groove and use his speed to get around you," says Beetle Boy. "You just have to try to contain him. You kinda gotta stay back a little, keep a couple of feet between you."

"He forces two defenders to come after him, and he'll either score himself or create opportunities for other people," says Paul One. "In some respects, you've just got to play smarter."

"You've gotta play smarter, not harder," says Wendel, about getting on an even keel with his rival. "A guy's gotta get from point A to point B, and you've gotta think about the smartest way to play the game. The young kids can run up and down the court all day, and you can't keep up with them."

Lak Attack says he hears the whispers and he feels the sticks chopping at his ankles. But he's determined to regain his place as the game's premier forward. "You always have something to prove."

And opposing defenders know their days of domination will dwindle as the season progresses.

"We've heard a couple of people trash-talking him out there, and I'm sure they're going to have to answer for it later in the season," says Paul One.

"We should all struggle so much," says Beetle Boy. "His game is coming around. Every game he's getting better. He's still got the hands and the speed."

"He's still eight times the player I am," says Wendel. "He's still got lots out there, he's still one of the elite players in the league."

Posted by jaysuburb at October 26, 2003 04:35 PM
Comments

Good argument, Legend. When all else fails, play the gay card.
What next? My dad is bigger than your dad? (For the record, my dad makes Gong Show look cute and cuddly, so I wouldn't go that route.)

Posted by: Wink at October 27, 2003 04:52 PM

I think I'm going to vomit.

Posted by: New Guy at October 27, 2003 03:53 PM

Hey Legend, keep me outa your great big stew of love...

Posted by: elvis at October 27, 2003 03:13 PM

Isn't that special; Wink, Paul One, Lak Attack and Elvis in a great big stew of love... Get a room boyso.

Posted by: Living Legend at October 27, 2003 01:58 PM

I never thought I'd say this -- I actually agree with Paul One.

Posted by: Wink at October 27, 2003 01:49 PM

Lak is good people!

Posted by: PaulOne at October 27, 2003 09:52 AM

Lak is the most dominant two-way player in the game. Outside of Wawrow, there's never been anybody so valuable.
Nobody checks like Lak can, nobody handles the ball like he can and nobody makes guys around him better like he can. Only Unabomber shoots it harder; only Kid is more accomplished around the opposition's net. What more do you people want?
This, in my mind, is sad, sad day for road hockey...

Posted by: Wink at October 26, 2003 05:24 PM