Hockey :: Dabbers
December 16, 2002 / Monday
Da.b.b.ers (remove the .'s) Playoff Week 2
Okay, so this week we played for the championship. We got our butts kicked, our season-long sub sprained his ankle, and I busted my knee.
Actually, it wasn't as bad an ass-whooping as the score would indicate. It was a lot less ugly than 1-7. We actually played quite decently, given their ringers and their speed.
Yeah, so back to my knee. Fortunately it's not a sprain or a tear or anything super ugly like that. Just a nasty bruise. Hurts like a mofo when I squat or try to climb stairs, though. Dammit.
On the positive side, it's my last game of the year in either league so I have time to heal ... although I have skiing and snowboarding to do so I'd better heal fast. Oh, say, by Friday of this week. Utah! Utah, baby! WhoO!
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December 09, 2002 / Monday
Da.b.b.ers (remove the .'s) Playoff Week 1
Week 1 of playoffs. My last place Da.b.b.ers vs. the first place A-Team.
Guess who won ...
La la la ... la la la ... we did! Final score: 8-6. 
Not without some drama, though. It came down to a shootout.
I managed to forget about my sick stomach and contributed one rebound goal off my own breakaway shot, two defender-splitting assists, one mean-ass goalie screen, and a shootout goal to top it off. Whoooooha!
Oh, did I mention I was actually trying to play defense half the time? I managed to keep the puck completely in their zone on a couple shifts, too. Lose the puck? No worries, here, try again! Whee!
Needless to say, they weren't happy about losing. I've never seen such unhappy hockey players in my life. Dudes (and gals), deal! We lost eight in a row this season and not once did we pout at the other team after a game. Buncha babies. Sheesh.
I must say, it's really satisfying hopping up and down on the ice, pumping my fists, swinging my arms, making mean grinny faces, and shaking my head, all while making sounds through my mouthguard that kind of resemble "Hooaaaaah ... !"
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December 02, 2002 / Monday
Da.b.b.ers (remove the .'s) Game 10
Holy moly it's been three weeks since I last wrote about Monday Night 3-on-3 Hockey. I know you're all dying for an update.
How's this for an update? We won! Holy moly again!
Final score: 5-2. Or was it 5-1? I don't remember now. Doesn't matter.
So we won our first game of the season and now our last game of the season for a final record of 2-8. I'm strangely happy about that.
It's probably residual game happiness.
Before the game today I was working on my wrist shot, as usual. I can lift it about ninety percent of the time now and get within a foot of where I want it to go. Huzzah!
Of course then during the game I took all of zero shots. I decided to hang back and play defense tonight instead. Worked out well. I think I intercepted about half of their passes down the ice.
Intercepted. Is that a hockey word?
Oh! Stole! I stole half their passes down the ice! Sorry, the Raiders played (and won!) tonight. I'm currently in football mode.
Anyway, I was happy holding down our end of the ice. Our goalie was totally on tonight, too. Whoo for that.
Here's a question: What's up with guys not being able to put up with being beaten by girls? They got all frustrated 'cause we were beating them and started checking and tripping midway through the game ...
Which actually led to the best thing about tonight. My teammates got fed up with it and started taking them out. How's that for girls, eh?
HaHAhAhaHaHAhA!
Ah, that felt good. And now, back to work.
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November 11, 2002 / Monday
Da.b.b.ers (remove the .'s) Game 7
5-11, and I'm still not upset?! Nope. Strangely, Ted was far more upset than I was. What's going on with me these days? Do I not care anymore?
Yes, I care. But I also understand that when you're physically outmatched all you can do is play your best and work on your game.
For example, I finally learned to be patient! It led to a perfect pass that my teammate turned into a wide open goal. Had I not waited, she wouldn't have gotten her opening. Two weeks ago, I wouldn't have had the presence of mind to wait. Today, I did. I even deked a defender to buy her more positioning time. Whoo for me. Wheeheehee ... !
So we played that team with the stupid guy I took out in game 4. This time he checked me into the boards going for the puck ... and then spent the rest of the night apologizing every time he saw me. Afterward when I walked by and told them "good game", I heard him say to his teammates, "I think she's mad at me." Yeah, that's right! You just wait 'til our next game, you bastard!
Ted's highlight of the night was this absolutely inspired high-energy take-on-everybody-on-the-other-team-and-run-over-your-own-teammates-in-the-process shift in the middle of the second half. Everyone on the bench was watching in excited awe and I was sitting there laughing my ass off at the spectacle. Good show, Teddio!
Roh!
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October 29, 2002 / Tuesday
Da.b.b.ers (remove the .'s) Game 5
Ow, my ass. Just when I thought my hurting left buttcheek was all healed up I had to go and hurt the other one.
Man, I suck. I don't get on the ice enough. I don't skate as fast as I used to, I don't puck handle as well as I used to. I've probably been spending too much time working on my shot. My shot that I never get to take anymore because I'm slow and I ain't got no handles.
Final score: 2-4. Amazingly low for 3-on-3 hockey.
Their goalie was goooood. They brought him down from a league a few steps above ours 'cause the other team has no goalie and last week they got stuck with a really bad one. Lucky us, this week we got stuck playing against a really good one. He was like speedy flypaper. Everything near him he got to and everything he got to would stick to him. How can you rebound when the goalie's got the puck?
Thanks to Teddio we didn't get shut out. He managed to find the 2 inches of space between the goalie and the post. Actually, he managed to find the post. Sheesh!
I don't know what else to say. My butt hurts. Good thing I have some brand spankin' new codeine pills from my visit to the doctor last week. Codeine for my hockey butt. Whee.
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October 22, 2002 / Tuesday
Da.b.b.ers (remove the .'s) Game 4
I am so amused. We lost, but I'm amused. I actually took someone out tonight. Me, who tries not to knock people down, knocked someone down. And I liked it.
Well, he deserved it. He was running my teammates over left and right. He got me three times in one shift. When I got off the ice I was pissed.
Me: Rarr. (And other things.)
Ted: You want me to knock him down?
Me: No, I wanna do it.
Funny thing is, I don't think people thought I was gonna do it. Actually, I wasn't sure if I was gonna either. But then the other guy got on the ice and I found myself standing up to cut in front of Ted so I could get in while he was still on the ice. The setup was so perfect I just had to. He was skating toward my goal and looking the other way. Heheh ... BOOM! How do you like that? Not very fun, huh? He stopped running people over after that. Yay.
Oh yeah, final score: 5-6. 'Twas close. Again, I got many breakaways and only one goal which I don't remember shooting but do remember seeing trickle into the back of the net. I was so puzzled I didn't know to celebrate. Cool thing I learned was how to get more airy oomph on my wrister, thanks to Teddio. I have to remember to look at the net and not the goalie, though. I shot so many pucks straight into the goalie's body tonight. Boo.
Next time, Gadget, next time.
Oh, in case you didn't figure it out, Teddio subbed for us tonight and contributed some much appreciated skillz and hustle. He got a very nice wrister off late in the game, too. I think the other team was mad at him. Yeah, man, quit playing so darned well! Haha.
On a final boy-am-I-lucky it only almost but didn't really happen note, I almost hit my chin and snapped my head back on the top of the bench wall on my first shift. Boy that woulda sucked. It'd probably have been the worst case of double whiplash in the history of, uh, car accident hockey.
Roh!
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October 15, 2002 / Tuesday
Da.b.b.ers (remove the .'s) Game 3
I'm so pissed. Stupid freakin' pipsqueak ringer on the other team. If I were big and could skate faster I'd go and smoosh him. Fucker.
My goalie pooped out in the 2nd period again. After the game he started talking stupid testosterone-filled macho face-saving guy talk. Then his friend who subbed for us started with the guy talk too. At that point I left. I appreciate my women's league a lot more now. Much much much more. Guys can be so dumb sometimes.
Everyone's dumb. I'm in a bad mood right now so no one is undumb.
Almost forgot. Final score: 5-13. 2 goals for me. Shoulda had more, dammit.
Boo. Smoosh the ringer pipsqueak fucker. I hope someone crunches him next week. That oughta wipe the eyesore pipsqueak fucker look off his face.
In more positive news, I told everyone to try to skate up with the puck more instead of passing it and losing it and for the most part we did it. Hopefully we'll see more of that next week. Next week should be less depressing. A lot of our good players who were out tonight should be back and the team we're playing doesn't have any ringer pipsqueak fuckers.
And if they do I might just have to, uh, ask the steer wrestler to smoosh 'em.
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October 07, 2002 / Monday
Da.b.b.ers (remove the .'s) Game 2
Well, my left wrist is in an ice pack and we lost 4 to 15, but I can't say I'm all that upset. Everyone on today's team was bigger than us. Well, maybe with the exception of the steer wrestler.
Oh, oh, losing wrist. Gotta lay off on that ice pack for a bit ...
So anyway, they were stronger and taller. Speed counts for a lot in hockey. We played a good game, though. Or at least a good first half. The score was only 2-3 at the half. But then we got tired and our goalie got tired. Siiigh.
I got 3 points, though. 1 goal and 2 assists. Got some props from the teammates for it too. Yay. It's so nice to be recognized for doing something good.
I'll save my recognition ramble (a ramble not a rant!) for another post.
Anyhow, I realized something about my teammates' playing styles today. There's all of three of us who try to take the puck to the goal. Okay, maybe four. Everyone else hangs back and is too tentative about handling the puck. Handle you guys, handle! I'm gonna have to work on them over the next week. Start my e-mail campaign.
Tomorrow I start my e-mail campaign. Tonight I shower and work.
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October 01, 2002 / Tuesday
Da.b.b.ers (remove the .'s) Game 1
My first ever co-ed hockey game. 3-on-3 at Hockey Workout. Smaller rink, no offsides, no icing, no power plays.
My team, Da.b.b.ers. We're named after the owner's dog's nickname. The dog's way cool. She chases pucks around and even chases them onto the ice once in a while. No, not during a game, of course!
We're the only all women team in the league. This means that if we win we get to taunt the other teams with the fact that they were beaten by a bunch of girls.
I'd say we're more grrrl than girl, though. And we're too nice to taunt.
If we weren't so nice we'da taunted tonight, cause WHOO! WE WON!
Final score, 21-13. It's amazing how many more shots get off in 3-on-3.
Yours truly contributed 6 goals and I think 3 assists. Wooha!
Yours truly hurts like hell. Basketball and hockey after a day of Red hockey is too much on my body. Damned frail genes. Thanks a lot, mom.
So let's see, what hurts on me? My already tweaked left knee, both hip flexors, both gluts, both quads, my left obliques, my shoulders, my shoulder blades, my right index finger, the muscley thing on my palm that controls my right thumb, my neck ...
Hopefully The Last Short Asian Basketball Report Ever
My upper lip hurts, too. I got elbowed in the mouth at basketball. After a whole season of playing foul-free and picking fallen opponents up off the floor, I stopped being nice and started pushing and hacking. I was pissed! Players went down left and right and I just walked away. I even started picking up fouls. I even started arguing with the ref. What a strange way to finish the season.
But hooray, it's finished.
I feel bad, though. I've never flaked so badly on a commitment before. I missed half the games this season. That's not fair to my teammates. I should be much more responsible than that, dammit.
Ah, but what can I do now? Live and learn, I guess. Live and learn and use what I learn to do a better job of living.
