Mooseout
You could almost hear the chants: "Moose! - Sieve! - Moose! - Sieve!"
The Michigan Moose posted our first ever shutout last night, a 0-0 tie, which also gives the Moose our first ever point in our hockey league.
The team we faced was skilled, although a little chippy at times. I got run just a couple minutes into the game, and regularly from there on out, as well as slashed a good number of times. None of it was the kind of thing that would hurt someone, just the kind of thing guys do to try and piss you off. (Which it did, although it didn't slow me down.)
The opposing team had 3 guys that used to play for me on it. It was nice to see them, even if it was on opposite sides of the puck. All 3 made a good, and pretty clean, effort. I had stops on all of them, including a big glove save on the guy that captained the team I used to run to 2 league championships. I have a pretty high degree of respect for these guys' playing ability, so shutting them out was a big deal.
My team was also stupendous. The father and son team on D were on fire all night, blocking shots, moving rebounds. My other D were also extremely solid, including one fine block that I know is gonna leave a mark on the fella that made it. He toughed it out, and was back on the ice a shift after taking a hit so hard that it put him down on the ice.
I closed the game out with about a minute and a half of solid shots, the only time my team really struggled and scared me. Durring that series, I had to stop one off the ol' antlers, uh, I mean, head. The shooter laughed in the hand-shake line, and said the only thing that could have gotten in the way of that shot was my head, and it did.
I got some very warm congratulations from my team, as well as nice words from the reffs and the young woman running the clock. I also got a nice cold beer from the manager after. Few better ways to end a day than a shutout, hot shower, and cold beer.
The Michigan Moose posted our first ever shutout last night, a 0-0 tie, which also gives the Moose our first ever point in our hockey league.
The team we faced was skilled, although a little chippy at times. I got run just a couple minutes into the game, and regularly from there on out, as well as slashed a good number of times. None of it was the kind of thing that would hurt someone, just the kind of thing guys do to try and piss you off. (Which it did, although it didn't slow me down.)
The opposing team had 3 guys that used to play for me on it. It was nice to see them, even if it was on opposite sides of the puck. All 3 made a good, and pretty clean, effort. I had stops on all of them, including a big glove save on the guy that captained the team I used to run to 2 league championships. I have a pretty high degree of respect for these guys' playing ability, so shutting them out was a big deal.
My team was also stupendous. The father and son team on D were on fire all night, blocking shots, moving rebounds. My other D were also extremely solid, including one fine block that I know is gonna leave a mark on the fella that made it. He toughed it out, and was back on the ice a shift after taking a hit so hard that it put him down on the ice.
I closed the game out with about a minute and a half of solid shots, the only time my team really struggled and scared me. Durring that series, I had to stop one off the ol' antlers, uh, I mean, head. The shooter laughed in the hand-shake line, and said the only thing that could have gotten in the way of that shot was my head, and it did.
I got some very warm congratulations from my team, as well as nice words from the reffs and the young woman running the clock. I also got a nice cold beer from the manager after. Few better ways to end a day than a shutout, hot shower, and cold beer.
posted by Micah at 11:44 AM
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