February 06, 2005

Kid conquers frustration

When Kid slipped the winning goal under Gump's pads, sealing a 20-18 comeback victory, he celebrated with a sigh. The pressure was finally off.

For almost half of Sunday's game, the sure-footed scorer couldn't buy a goal. And while his teammates struggled to keep pace with their opportunistic opponents, his own frustration only grew with every shot lifted harmlessly past the post or into the goalie's equipment.

"It was very difficult," says Kid, who finally got the scoring monkey off his back when he netted his team's ninth goal of the game, and then added three more, including the winner. "It's quite a lot of pressure if no one else is scoring."

"We need that offensive contribution from our big goal scorer," says Beetle Boy of his team's early struggles as his linemate looked for his scoring touch.

"You kinda expect Kid to score when he's out there," says Bird.

"Their whole team was looking to him to provide the offense," says Paul One, as his side keyed their defensive effort on the diminutive deker, driving him to the boards and cutting off his free runs through the crease. "You've always got to try to get on Kid pretty quickly to shut him down. He was getting frustrated out there and when he's frustrated, he doesn't always play that well."

Instead, he plays defense. Unable to freewheel in the offensive zone the speedy centerman stuck to his half of the court, quarterbacking plays, setting up teammates, biding his time.

"I was just coming back a lot more, try to control the play from the back end to set up plays," says Kid.

His mates responded, spreading the scoring around to take an early lead, squandered it, than battled back twice from three-goal defecits.

"We just didn't give up," says Beetle Boy. "Even after they scored five or six unanswered goals, we weren't defeated, we just came back, we got a few bounces and we worked hard."

"It was really satisfying we kept battling back," says Bird. "We just had to keep ourselves in it enough so that when (Kid) did pick up the scoring we were able to come back."

With his teammates setting the table, Kid heeded their call to reward their hard work. Driving out from the corner, he weaved his way through the crease and slipped the evil orange plastic ball underneath a falling Gump. The game winner was only his fourth goal of the game.

"I feel like I've got to score eight goals every game," says Kid. "My team put it upon me to score, and I just got lucky."

"Kid started to find his game and we didn't adjust," says Paul One. "He burned us in the end."

Posted by jaysuburb at February 6, 2005 05:12 PM

I completely agree that once in eight weeks is never enough.

Posted by: wendel at February 10, 2005 12:06 AM


I want to play!!! Even if it means slooshing around in the slush and sleet. Once in eight weeks is not enough. Not enough! Not enough!

Why does the opportunity cost of a good education have to be the loss of my first love. (No Wendel, I'm not talking about you.) I'm referring, of course, to chasing about the evil orange plastic ball. Perhaps this weekend I will throw all caution to the wind and make a return.

Otto, do you feel like a BZZR, BBQ, Krispy Kreme challenge? Or are you still the same girlie goalie of the past?

Posted by: The Colonel at February 9, 2005 12:48 AM

A nail-biter finish, a come-back win, and not one single bit of gloating, trash-talking, or even (hide your eyes Elvis) kudos to friends or foes? Could this be roadhockey.net's darkest day?

Posted by: Wendel at February 8, 2005 08:31 PM