I had another first, last night- my first game ending injury. I pulled a groin... or worse. Whatever it is, it happened in the 2nd period. It was sore from last week- something happened at the end of the game, but it didn't really bug me. I pulled it again about half way through the period, but it was a few shifts before I came out of the game. It was tender, and I wasn't skating all that well, but it was manageable, until I spun around to catch a play. That's when it really started to hurt. I tested it during a time out and the interval, but it wasn't going to work. I sat out for the rest of the game. It really sucks to sit at the end of the bench just watching the game.
The game was pretty damn good though. We played Realty Source, and won 5-2, after a pretty crap start. We didn't have the lines straight before the game and there was a little confusion. This happens occasionally, but it was made worse by one of our players. There are loads of 'hockey stereotypes' including The dangler, the goon, the chirper, the sniper, the over enthusiastic guy, etc... We have a guy I call Mr Hockey. He's an older guy and he's a decent enough player- not the best, not the worst. He only plays with us a few times a season, though. He also thinks he know more about hockey than anyone. He sort of freaked out about the lines and was yelling at everyone. Once things were settled, he was yelling at everyone about what they should be doing, and telling everyone they were making mistakes. At one point, we got a too many men on the ice penalty. I was on the right wing after Dwight. He came off the ice and I went on, which happened right before the penalty. When we got called, there was some confusion as to who the extra man was. I volunteered to go to the box, since I'd never been in there. The other Paul told me he was the 6th man on the ice- he jumped out right after I did, also for Dwight- so he went to the box. Mr. Hockey immediately took me to task, telling me I had to pay attention and blaming me for the penalty. I yelled back- saying I'd gone on for my man... I think I also told him to shut up. I'm a new player, not a great player, and I believe in earning your place on the bench. I don't often speak up, and I knew the confusion was really annoying people, but I don't feel bad at all.
There was some hilarity as well. Big Bear seems to find anyone off the street to run the score board and clock. Last night, Flink took one of those penalties that wasn't a penalty, and decided to argue it... with vigor. The refs were going to throw him out, but cooler heads prevailed and he ended up with a double minor. The kid running the board couldn't figure out how to do 4 minutes of penalty time, so the Realty Source goalie- who runs a board at another rink, climbed into the official's box and set the time. He barely got in.
A night of firsts.
I was planning on going for beers afterwards with the Mikes, but the captain of the Free Birds came into our dressing room and told us they only had 7 guys on the bench, so they, Paul and Tony suited up again to play for them. I was double bummed- no beers and I would have loved to play as well.
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