Regular Season Here We
Come
By Dickie Dunn
The White team looked to be
in “almost” regular season form in Friday night’s back and forth affair.
There was plenty of goal scoring and some laugh-a-minute physical play. Jimmy,
Richie and Duke provided plenty of scoring for the boys in pale shirts and “team Earl” lit the lamp on more than
one occasion for the Dark tops.
Play in the Dark zone was plentiful
and Black team goalie Kevin made his share of stops despite a bad right wing and avoiding the IR for the evening. Most FNH insiders feel that the “bad wing” was just a trap to lure White team snipers to go
blocker side. Despite the mental lure that hung out there like a saltwater jig,
White team skaters forewent the blocker side and found their marks opposite the crippled wing.
As play was plenty at the dark
end, it too was plenty in the opposite direction. Without Duke’s @$$ in
his face, White team goalie Chucky held his own most of the night and doing so seemed to work against the majority of the
Black team with the exception of one pain in the a….
With the black biscuit sliding
and flying all over the rink, the seconds wound down on the game, but not before fireworks that had potential to fly high
like rockets, missiles and roman candles, sputtered out like wet bottle rockets as both Chuck (not goalie Chuck) and Bruce
went into the boards hard and colliding. Nothing more than an occasional “love
tap” came from that, but it was enough to blind Ugly Kris with hilarity and prevent him from moving the puck out of
the White team zone. What came next? You
guessed it…the metallic click clack of the Zamboni door filled the air and the doors swung open – game over.
Despite some slow play that
perhaps warranted a few walkers and canes, the White team seemed to have “jump” for at least half the night giving
this writer hope that team White is close to being prepared for the regular season despite being ten weeks in.
“We are weeks ahead of
schedule,” commented Captain Billy of the White team. Captain Billy went
on to say “Where’s my stinking brother?” Killer Dave of the
Black team was a scratch or better yet, MIA for the evening. Incidentally, one
White team member was quick to point out later in the evening that not only was Killer Dave missing, but so was Frosty, hmmmmmm.