March 21, 2006

Scooby basks in the Sun

With the season weather heating up, the battles for road hockey supremacy at the courts are doing likewise. A large weekend turnout clashed under the first heat wave of the year, and in the toasty test it was the young legs that dominated.

Scooby, a new recruit this season, used his quick reflexes and youthful endurance to help push his team to a strong 20-13 finish. Backstopped by PFG, Scooby and his teammates came back from two early deficits in what became a war of attrition.

“We had generally more speed” Scooby said in assessment of his team “so we were able to capitalize on our chances.

He also gave a lot of credit, if slight mispronunciation, to his linemates, Colonel and Hoss.

“We gelled great I think. Me and Hoss kept forechecking and making chances and getting rebounds. Colonel was a rock on defense.”

Indeed, strong defense on both sides of the court early in the game heralded for a long battle. In passing each other at mid court during the period break, PFG was heard commenting to Gump that most of the goals were going to be flukey garbage, and not a lot at that. The first period took almost an hour to play.

And garbage goals did happen, unfortunately mostly against Gump’s team. Scooby was able to use the distraction of Hoss’ big rump in front of the net to poke home some loose balls, and Wendel’s frequently off speed wrist shot found some extra English today, as he was able to pot three strange goals past Gump.

Wendel was philosophical of his unusual offensive outburst. “I’d like to think I was personally responsible for undermining Gump’s confidence today” he declared. “If I score three goals in a game, you know you’re having a bad day as a goalie.”

Gump had a different take on the matter, believing his team’s downfall had perhaps less to do with that than with other factors.

“The sub was a big thing today. They had two lines, and they had a game plan from the start. We were down one from the beginning.”

“I blame Paul One," he added with a grin, “we were expecting him to show up. You can quote me on that.”

And given the increasing heat throughout the morning, it is not surprising that the game hinged on ugly goals.

“They were there on both sides” PFG said. “Both Gump and I had strong starts, and the only goals that were going in were odd ones.” PFG was victimized by two shots where his initial stick save popped up and over his head to drop into the net.

For their part, though, Scooby and his teammates were happy to have the pig slopping goalie in net.

“He was our MVP.” Scooby remarked.

“ He made all the saves, the big and the small. He really was a difference.” Wendel appraised.

Even Gump was impressed. “PFG is a role model for me, I’ll be honest with you.”

But not too impressed. “I’ll beat the [expletive] next week.”

Making a strong showing for the losing side, Shakey Walton, Elvis, and Wink kept pressure on PFG for the first long half of the game, holding a lead at 8-6 when they capitalized on some defensive break downs.

“They were pretty fast too,” PFG remarked. “When we weren’t sharp on defense, they pounced. That Shakey is a pain in the butt.”

Shakey Walton agreed with Gump, though, that the sub was a factor.

“You want to get off after a long shift, but you realize that you’re only replacement had just subbed off himself. It was tough.”

The third quarter definitely showed the signs of wilting players. After managing to run the score to 14-9, PFG’s team faced a interminable stretch of shots and a goalless drought in which the agrarian goaltender began to wear down. At the other end, despite the advantage, Gump’s team only managed two goals in that same stretch before Colonel buried beautiful three way pass to end the quarter and bring a much needed rest.

After the break both teams kept pressing. As not unexpected in a game where Colonel plays, much of the action was physical and grinding. As a surprise though, the aggressive play was not lead by Colonel, but by newcomer Shakey.

“I was just trying to spark up our team. We needed something later on.”

Unfortunately it was too little, too late. Scooby put away Bird and his bunch for good the same way he had done all game, circling the net with Hoss, then pouncing on a rebound. His final post game assessment was appropriate.

"Hey, if you can't take the heat...get off the court."





The aggressive play had it’s toll this week. Shakey suffered a rolled ankle in the third quarter at the end of a long shift, in what may have been a decisive turning point for his team. His reduced speed clearly had an impact, as his team was less able to produce a sustained attack on PFG. When questioned about the injury after the game, Shakey gave only the short, curt statement, “Lower body injury.”

PFG, for one, was glad that Colonel kept more of his cool this week.
“He was great. Held the fort, forced rebounds with his shot—when it hit the net—and controlled the flow from the point. He and Cowboy Bill both were solid two way players this week.”

On the injury front, the Sunday Morning Hockey had a surprise visit before the game from Lak Attack. And although clearly yearning to hit the courts, he forestalled the excited reaction to his appearance by announcing his rehab is still continuing. His herniated disc, while improving, is not yet ready for the ball hockey test.
He did test out his skills as photographer. The jury is still out.

The clear weather also brought out one of the larger turnouts of the year. Thirteen players graced the courts Sunday morning, one short of two full lines for each team plus goalies.
“It’s a good group of guys, and everyone wants to be here. It’s harder over Christmas, but spring is coming, and so is the Stick.” Wendel pointed out.
Wendel also noted with wry humor the absence of the commissioner this week.
“It’s interesting that it was such a good game, and the commissioner wasn’t here. I’m not sure what to make of that.”
Reports indicate that the commissioner will be back next week, as he will no longer be chasing down bands such as the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club and Elefant in Portland nightclubs. Apparently a journalist convention was squeezed in there somewhere too.

As a further oddity for this week, the game was almost settled by time, not by score. With many players having to leave by one o’clock, and the score sitting at 10-8 at noon, it seemed a time limitation would indeed dictate the length of the game. It could be argued that it did; the last four goals of the game were scored in the last five minutes, when the game seemed pretty much sewn up by Scooby et al.

Posted by Cub Scout at March 21, 2006 12:26 AM
Comments

Newguy@lurkingstill.com? Nice try, poser...
I'm gonna kick your ass next week Bird...

Posted by: Wink at March 26, 2006 08:02 PM

Wink, you are gay (seriously)

Posted by: Newguy at March 26, 2006 07:17 PM

Cub Scout’s pen is very loquacious.

Posted by: The Colonel at March 25, 2006 03:51 PM

looks like rain tomorrow, so unlikely i'll be there. which i guess means unlikely shakey will be there either. hate to pull a beetle, but the equipment comes first...
looked for you at the giants game Wink, but couldn't find you. guess you were too busy sharpening your capitals for Sunday Morning Road Hockey...

Posted by: pfg at March 25, 2006 10:44 AM

I heard TLC is running scrapbooking specials every Sunday in May, so I predict the Stick will be coming up soon...

Posted by: Wnk at March 25, 2006 08:25 AM

hey when's the stick this year? commish?

Posted by: pfg at March 25, 2006 12:47 AM

Damn media...what a bunch of maggots...

Posted by: Wink at March 25, 2006 12:01 AM

You're all a bunch of whiners! The game is way bigger than one person. What we're really all missing is the media attention. {Did I just say that out loud?}

I remember the good old days when Jay Suburb used to follow me around like a pet puppy looking for something, anything to use to entice the throngs of fans. It's his retirement that has hurt the game the most. He had a real talent promoting our game.

Sigh ... I guess we'll just have to enjoy playing the game for the sake of the game itself. How awful!

Posted by: The Colonel at March 24, 2006 11:55 PM

it's kind of hard to lament the absence of Kid when you're a goaltender...50/50 he's potting shots at you...

Posted by: pfg at March 24, 2006 10:45 PM

The game has to be stronger than just one player, or else that means we've all been living a lie these past years.

How come nobody's lamenting the missing Kid, who let the mantle of Ironman slip from his hands quite easily?

I blame Turk.

Posted by: Living Legend at March 24, 2006 05:20 PM

Remember when New Guy used to write dumb stuff on the web site and Elvis used to mock him? That was cool...
I think the whole demise of Sunday Morning Road Hockey (again...with the caps...)is New Guy's fault...
There...I feel better now...that takes some of the sting out of Elvis' tale of woe and discontent regarding the commiss...

Posted by: Wink at March 24, 2006 02:31 PM

Yeah -its just hard to get fired up when the commish aint palying...attendance is at an all time low -and people have decided that the game MUST end by 1 this year regardless of the score because their wives have their nuts on a leash. Where's the competetive spirit in that?

Lets face it -its been a lack luster year, with lack luster involvement from many of the vetrans -and especially the one man who would rather be snuggo-wing in bed with his new girlfwiend instead of playing the game he created and was so passionate about in previous years.

We still have stories -but rarely with any pictures, New Player Cards? I doubt it ...a new story to spur a rivalry in the upcomming stick? Probably not. Maybe a super-cool Stanley stick promo-vid? More like "2 carmel whip mochas please ...mmm I just love OUR drink"...

I mean, the Commish's dedication was infectious -and now that its gone the Legend has become more like a Myth. Or some rambling drunk bard's tale.

Without the old Legend -it seems like were just going through the motions over here....

Posted by: Elvis at March 24, 2006 12:30 PM

Yes, I am jealous that Elvis has cornered the market on gay schtick...
I am also jealous that most of the people now in Road Hockey (don't know why I capped it...just looks good) are young enough to not know why one of the Waltons is nicknamed Shakey...
I'm jealous that Lobsterboy's clothes always smell so fresh and clean...
I'm jealous that Bird is the word...
I'm jealous that Gump is always so damn happy...
And, most of all, I'm jealous that the Living Legend is, how you say, gettin' some.

Posted by: Wink at March 24, 2006 11:11 AM

Finally! something! thank you wink.
btw, you're jealous.

Posted by: pfg at March 23, 2006 09:55 PM

PFG is gay.
(Oh...sorry Elvis...didn't mean to steal your schtick.)

Posted by: Wink at March 23, 2006 09:31 PM

man. the comments board is so boring this year. what, no bon mots, Wink? Cat got yer tongue, Elvis? where the controversy, the trash talking, the trivia? wendel and colonel apparently have an excuse, what with kids and all. But even that is weak. Weak, weak, weak, y'all...

Posted by: pfg at March 23, 2006 07:19 PM

no, haven't seen either of them there at all this week...

Posted by: pfg at March 21, 2006 08:27 PM

Asia, Palm Springs??? You sure you two didn't just tell the wives that and take a two week vacation at Brandy's?

Posted by: Gump at March 21, 2006 03:30 PM

i am in asia until april 8, pauol one is in palmsprings till april 2, see you

Posted by: lobsterboy at March 21, 2006 11:32 AM