Chefs puree Ringers
Chiefs' Captain Doug Yale approached us at the beginning of Tuesday night's game to see if we wouldn't mind if four former Chiefs players (a.k.a. the stars of the Brew Crew team) could play with them. Says he, "without those guys, we really won't have any defense."
Now I flash back [imagine the wiggly lines going down your screen for effect] to a captain's meeting two seasons ago, when Doug was bringing a Chefs team into the C league; our Ringers team at that time was admittedly tearing the division up, routinely delivering world class spankings on teams fresh from the Learn To Play class. A couple of ideas were conceived and agreed upon at this meeting to balance play and keep things fair. One new rule was the 3 goal per game limit - a good idea. Another new rule was the 3 B-player limit per team, which, if enacted, meant we would have to drop either Marty, Eric, Craig, or Joe. Our argument was that to do so would break up our "family" of neighborhood chums that got together just for the love of the game of hockey..[cue the tearjerking music]... Doug was leading the charge to keep the number of B players low, and in the end, we had to acquiesce. (Greg, that means we had to give in.)
[wiggly lines again - back to the present]
Me - "Well, gee, Doug, you're putting me in a tight spot, here. I'm all for everyone having a fun skate, but they're not on your team, are they?"
Doug - "It's up to you."
Me - "Up to me? Well, why aren't they on your team in the first place? Why is it up to me? If you guys want to play together, why don't you rent the ice? Go to a pick-up?"
Doug - "It's up to you."
Me - "Well, ok, then no."
And so, the Chiefs, all hopped up with their righteous indignation, came out with their "short" bench of 10 skaters, and kicked our ass. Maybe if I could have read the non-verbal cues from Doug better, but it was hard to see his eyes behind that freaky tinted visor.
Granted, we didn't have our regular goalie. And granted, yours truly made some hall-of-infamy turnovers. Oh, and don't forget that it was Marty's first night with a full cage.
But still, these guys were mad. Mad enough to start mouthing off to Marty, as if he ever flew off the handle. Oh wait, I forgot - Labatt's. Oh, OK. So, I'm the bad guy.
Insofar as the game goes, what can I say - looked pretty good for a while. Joe had a very nice shot early in the first, and guest goalie Chris made a few good, yet dramatic saves. But the Chiefs wanted it bad, and got what they wanted; final score 2 to 9.
Next week is the Horny Weevils at 9:30pm.
On beer duty is GM Greg Weiss, with leftovers from a keg they used on Saturday night for Susan's 30th. Now, I personally have not had great experiences with 3-day-tapped kegs in the past, so you may want to plan accordingly. Rumors are that it'll be in our penalty box. Not only to keep it chilled, but also because when we play the Weevils, dat's where da party's at!
Now I flash back [imagine the wiggly lines going down your screen for effect] to a captain's meeting two seasons ago, when Doug was bringing a Chefs team into the C league; our Ringers team at that time was admittedly tearing the division up, routinely delivering world class spankings on teams fresh from the Learn To Play class. A couple of ideas were conceived and agreed upon at this meeting to balance play and keep things fair. One new rule was the 3 goal per game limit - a good idea. Another new rule was the 3 B-player limit per team, which, if enacted, meant we would have to drop either Marty, Eric, Craig, or Joe. Our argument was that to do so would break up our "family" of neighborhood chums that got together just for the love of the game of hockey..[cue the tearjerking music]... Doug was leading the charge to keep the number of B players low, and in the end, we had to acquiesce. (Greg, that means we had to give in.)
[wiggly lines again - back to the present]
Me - "Well, gee, Doug, you're putting me in a tight spot, here. I'm all for everyone having a fun skate, but they're not on your team, are they?"
Doug - "It's up to you."
Me - "Up to me? Well, why aren't they on your team in the first place? Why is it up to me? If you guys want to play together, why don't you rent the ice? Go to a pick-up?"
Doug - "It's up to you."
Me - "Well, ok, then no."
And so, the Chiefs, all hopped up with their righteous indignation, came out with their "short" bench of 10 skaters, and kicked our ass. Maybe if I could have read the non-verbal cues from Doug better, but it was hard to see his eyes behind that freaky tinted visor.
Granted, we didn't have our regular goalie. And granted, yours truly made some hall-of-infamy turnovers. Oh, and don't forget that it was Marty's first night with a full cage.
But still, these guys were mad. Mad enough to start mouthing off to Marty, as if he ever flew off the handle. Oh wait, I forgot - Labatt's. Oh, OK. So, I'm the bad guy.
Insofar as the game goes, what can I say - looked pretty good for a while. Joe had a very nice shot early in the first, and guest goalie Chris made a few good, yet dramatic saves. But the Chiefs wanted it bad, and got what they wanted; final score 2 to 9.
Next week is the Horny Weevils at 9:30pm.
On beer duty is GM Greg Weiss, with leftovers from a keg they used on Saturday night for Susan's 30th. Now, I personally have not had great experiences with 3-day-tapped kegs in the past, so you may want to plan accordingly. Rumors are that it'll be in our penalty box. Not only to keep it chilled, but also because when we play the Weevils, dat's where da party's at!
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