December 12, 2005

Sunday's Sunshine Shenanigans

It was a misty morning, with the sunshine doing its best to break though the looming haze of Saturday night. Still, it was a chipper bunch that arrived at the courts -happy that the sun would soon take charge and there would be a rain-free game to be had. After a few minutes of minor court repair, and the Colonel making a quick run for some salt, the game was underway in what would no-doubtedly be the nicest day of roadhockey in December...

But with only 9 players, the benches were short and both teams did their best to adjust to the situation. However, with Kid, Beetle Boy and Elvis without a sub and Nibs in net, facing the wrath of the golden hands of Bird, Colonel, Cowboy, Gump and the Legend with the extra man -it would surely be a long game indeed.

Right off the draw, the situation was punctuated by a natural hat-trick from Bird ...yes Bird, to open the scoring.

With strategy and skilled play the only answer in such a short-handed situation, the underdogs took a moment to compose themselves -and set out to conquer the mountain of momentum.

After a quick discussion, the team came back with a plan and with a vengence. Beetle's forked tongue lashed at his enemies, Kids pre-pubescent hands caressed the net at Gump's end, scoring shot after shot, while Elvis locked-down the defense and played a disciplined game. When things got hot in their end, Nibs flashed the leather, stacked the pads and like a doping olympic gymnast, came up huge with save after big save to keep his team in it.

After what seemed like an eternity, the underdogs turned the tide and took the lead. From that point on, there was no looking back. The other team began to implode. Gump turned on the Legend, the Legend took a nap on the court, Cowboy was sent out to pasture, Bird lost his uncanny ass-scoring ability, and Colonel began shooting from his own end in sheer desperation.

The only reprieve in the underdogs' assault came when; with the winning goal at hand, a clearing attempt deep in the oppositions end caught the Kid right smack in his bald lil berries -dropping him to the court where he lay curled up in humorous discomfort.





With such a wonderful day for roadhockey, the majority of players opted to play a mini game. The extended workout would be cut short however, when a number of the familiar roguesters arrived, insisting that they be allowed to join our game on the ice-free side of the courts as they had been waiting for quite some time.

After denying them -explaining the game wouldn’t be much longer, the discussion turned to verbal sparring and came to a head when a ball exited the court and would not be returned without an ultimatum. Either we allow them to join -or the ball would be thrown on the roof of the school -a tactic unbecoming of an assumed church group. Without the guidence of the founding fathers, things quickly escalated and turned ugly.

Led by an irate Colonel and backed by the usually passive crew of fuming roadsters, the courts turned into one helluva brawl -as we beat back the bible-bashing bunch in a scene that resembled the classic film Slapshot. With the roguesters exiting the courts threatening police involvement, the game and enjoyable afternoon came to an abrupt end; the decision of course to leave and avoid any further complications on what was otherwise a perfect day for roadhockey.

This begs to question whether or not next week's game, which incidentally also marks the last game of 2005, is wise to take place. I for one, believe we should continue to fight for the great game but with the possibility of police involvement looming, one must make the decision to play with some degree of caution... Regardless, it should be a group decision so please leave your thoughts.


Posted by Elvis at December 12, 2005 01:27 PM
Comments

to quote Elvis:

"..Kids pre-pubescent hands caressed the net at Gump's end, scoring shot after shot..."

"...Bird lost his uncanny ass-scoring ability.."

"...caught the Kid right smack in his bald lil berries..."

I'm thinking Elvis enjoyed "Brokeback Mountain" a little too much!

Posted by: Beetle Boy at December 15, 2005 02:55 PM

Suggested strategy for this Sunday: show up early, in large numbers, and stay late. Also, yank Unabomber out of the studio. Deploy him, C-Boy Bill and Wink as human shields.

If violence erupts? Please take pictures and post 'em.

Posted by: Bubbles at December 15, 2005 12:34 PM

Holy crap, probably a good thing I wasn't there. Not sure I'd take whining, bitching & blackmail from a buncha roguesters too well. I'm in the studio recording all day sunday so have a good game to all who attend-hope the fisticuffs don't lead to handcuffs.

Merry Xmas & Happy New Year to all ye Roadsters!
Bomber

Posted by: Unabomber at December 14, 2005 05:01 PM

"stacked the pads and like a doping olympic gymnast, came up huge with save after big save to keep his team in it."
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Posted by: Wink at December 14, 2005 02:47 PM

Here! Here!

For once Colonel's ire was put to good use.
Kudos for taking charge -or should I say leading the charge!

Im sure if there was more than 8 of use they woulda kept there mouths shut to begin with -but theres nothing like a good sunday morning scrap to get ya fired up for the rest of the week!!

Posted by: elvis at December 13, 2005 12:21 PM

Wow, that sounds amazing, what a great ending, too bad wink was no there

Posted by: lobsterbrawl at December 13, 2005 09:04 AM

There was no gentle discussion to be had with the crusading revivalists. We simply had to beat them back into submission. It wasn’t pretty, but I'd gladly do it again and again and again to protect that which belongs to the true roadsters.

Posted by: The Colonel at December 13, 2005 12:47 AM

Hmmm, the idea of the Colonel acting as Sunday Morning's Secretary of State is a little disturbing, to say the least. I hope it was pointed out to the roguesters that it was our labor and salt that had rendered the middle courts ice free.

Posted by: Living Legend at December 12, 2005 05:04 PM