Apologies readers! I'm starting off in an awkward spot, but don't worry...I'll Tarantino it back to the beginning for you. For now, welcome to my quest! This all came about today in little pieces. You see, the Capitan...I prefer to think of him in this way, makes me smile...texted me today with an apology. You see, towards the end of the game, I had the puck on the left side of the goal-if you are me-the right if you are the goalie and I was trying desperately to shoot it in. Funny thing was, someone's stick kept hitting mine and preventing me from doing so. Since I was intently focused on the net, puck and goalie, it wasn't until I got in back of the goal that I realized it was my own center. He said, "my bad". Well, that led to him texting to see if I was still mad at him today. No, it wasn't something to be mad about. Even though I did enjoy punching him in the arm afterwards. The resulting discussion led to me saying..help me get a goal. Then while driving today I thought...I should write about my journey, this quest to get a goal. So here we are.
My team is the Hawks. Game 3 was against the Rush. Now the Hawks are made up of the Tuesday class that took adult learn to play together. We lost a few who weren't old enough to play adult leagues. One is in the class again. One is playing high school leagues. One is just going to sticktime every week. One decided that he was too good to play with us and our first goalie is drifting around somewhere. We also gathered in a few new people. One from the Sunday learn to play...more on the "grudge match" later. Brothers from the upper league and one from street hockey. We are a close knit little group, even with the new guys. And as you can tell, we are not all guys. There is also one other girl. I tell the team, having girls is good luck. So far, we have been.
The Rush have been around for a year and landed in last place in league play last season. They were supposed to drop down a league, but there weren't enough teams for a Bronze A and a Bronze B, so they stayed put. This also meant that the first place team didn't have to jump up to Silver B. Yes, we get to play them too.
Before game time, Sasha was saying that he was too sick to play. I took this as a bad omen. Sasha really kicks ass on defense. I think we must have peer pressured him into it, because he did play and beautifully. Our goalie was in Japan, so we had a sub. He was amazing...as you can tell from the shut out. New Mike had a goal and Capitan had one. We had 3 penalties, nothing too serious. All in all, we played well, but a little slow. Need to be quicker and attack more on offense. There was a fabulously embarrassing moment when I was all alone, headed toward the goal, went to take a slap shot and missed. I felt a little better after it happened to Ricky Bobby only a couple of minutes later. I had a couple of great passes to Capitan, but neither of them led to a goal. Same with a between the legs of a defender pass to New Mike. The Rush has a pretty awesome girl defender on their team. Lots of holding going on with that one. But when she isn't holding, aggressive and efficient, with a nice shot. The Rush had a few more penalties than us. Pulled their goalie at the end. Too bad we couldn't have capitalized on that.
So what do I want, besides a goal? To stop being so nervous and to end a game happy. At one point, I noticed that I was shaking while out skating. Kind of hard to pass or shoot while you are that nervous. After each game, all I can think about is what I did wrong. I'm kind of quiet and moody at beer time. People are starting to wonder if I'm ok. So stick with me and see if I can overcome my obstacles and get the goal!
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