Going to the Net

We had to face Baboon tonight.

Part of me hoped we wouldn't see him, and part of me wouldn't have it any other way. Keep in mind, Baboon is one of my few, really good friends. The guy is a freak of nature -- most of us have little fear of injurry, little fear of pain. Baboon has none. He sometimes used to warm up by having his big shooters shoot at his head so he could deflect the shots off his helmet.

So, I told out manger, "You gotta throw a lot of rubber on net, or this goalie's gonna kill you."

First period, we did. We threw a lot, and we got two lucky bounces. They threw a lot too, and got one, when a shot I never saw bounced off some feet in front of me and went in.

Second period, they came on with a vengeance, and we started to fall back. We still controlled the puck more, but we weren't getting scoring chances from it. They got two, both on breakaways or odd man rushes.

Third period, we looked timid. We got the puck a lot, but we didn't do anything with it. We didn't go to the net, we didn't attack with purpose. Baboon's team did. In fact, they never got a touch on the puck that they didn't immediately think of getting a shot. They picked up one more breakaway goal, to end things 4-2.

This is one of the longest losing streaks of my life. I think I, and the team, really need it to end soon.