Officially Moosed
Well, last game sucked for a Moose like Republicans drilling in your refuge.
We played the team that was tied with us in the standings, which meant we had the chance to move up a spot. We were tied in the 9th/10th slots, and a win would have given us control of 9th place, dropped them to 10th, and it would have been the first 2 game win streak for us ever. We got really close. And we got screwed.
Nuts and bolts, nuts and bolts...
The game started in the usual Moose fashion, with my team giving up a lot of chances, and me making some stops. I made a couple of great ones, including one against a one timer passed from low-left of me to someone right between the hasmarks. The shooter was smart enough to shoot for the post I was leaving, and I still got my pad back to snag the shot, then covered it. As the ref took the puck from me, fellow Moose were thanking me for covering them when they'd blown the defensive coverage.
Ref, in funny mocking voice: "Hey, great save goalie! Sorry we couldn't bother to get back and help you!"
I appreciated the humor.
I held them off the board, and we finally got one. Then we got two. Things were looking good.
...We got screwed!
Late second period, we got scored on by one of those cluster-fuck plays that happen sometimes: three people swat at a loose puck, it pops off of two stick funny, goes up and over you, and manages to hit the top corner of the net. Just nothing but really bad luck.
Then came the penalties. The refs started calling us tighter once we had a lead, which isn't fair, but is about par for the course. The big problem was, they weren't calling the other team at all. They threw one Moose after another in the penalty box. The other team started the third period with 6 minutes of power play time, all back to back. They tied it when my D blew coverage in front again, same play I'd had to stop earlier, and this time the shooter shot to the top corner of the side I was sliding away from. That tied it.
The go ahead go was another blown call. The refs let the other team hack away at a puck that I had covered until they knocked it loose and in. That made it 3-2.
We then got to suffer through 10 minutes of icings, plus a number of really blatent body checks and trips that didn't get called. It was some of the worst officiating I've ever seen, made worse by a lot of pissed off Moose yelling at the officials.
Empty net goal, a flooky shot that went the whole length of Olympic ice, deflecting off someone half-way down to end up in the net, made it a 2-4 final.
On the good side, I looked great for the third or fourth game in a row. My form is starting to come back. Now, I just gotta try and work on my team mates and the refs.
The latest numbers:
Team GAA: 4.61
My GAA: 4.50
Team GFA: 2.35
Record: 3-17-3 (9 points)
We played the team that was tied with us in the standings, which meant we had the chance to move up a spot. We were tied in the 9th/10th slots, and a win would have given us control of 9th place, dropped them to 10th, and it would have been the first 2 game win streak for us ever. We got really close. And we got screwed.
Nuts and bolts, nuts and bolts...
The game started in the usual Moose fashion, with my team giving up a lot of chances, and me making some stops. I made a couple of great ones, including one against a one timer passed from low-left of me to someone right between the hasmarks. The shooter was smart enough to shoot for the post I was leaving, and I still got my pad back to snag the shot, then covered it. As the ref took the puck from me, fellow Moose were thanking me for covering them when they'd blown the defensive coverage.
Ref, in funny mocking voice: "Hey, great save goalie! Sorry we couldn't bother to get back and help you!"
I appreciated the humor.
I held them off the board, and we finally got one. Then we got two. Things were looking good.
...We got screwed!
Late second period, we got scored on by one of those cluster-fuck plays that happen sometimes: three people swat at a loose puck, it pops off of two stick funny, goes up and over you, and manages to hit the top corner of the net. Just nothing but really bad luck.
Then came the penalties. The refs started calling us tighter once we had a lead, which isn't fair, but is about par for the course. The big problem was, they weren't calling the other team at all. They threw one Moose after another in the penalty box. The other team started the third period with 6 minutes of power play time, all back to back. They tied it when my D blew coverage in front again, same play I'd had to stop earlier, and this time the shooter shot to the top corner of the side I was sliding away from. That tied it.
The go ahead go was another blown call. The refs let the other team hack away at a puck that I had covered until they knocked it loose and in. That made it 3-2.
We then got to suffer through 10 minutes of icings, plus a number of really blatent body checks and trips that didn't get called. It was some of the worst officiating I've ever seen, made worse by a lot of pissed off Moose yelling at the officials.
Empty net goal, a flooky shot that went the whole length of Olympic ice, deflecting off someone half-way down to end up in the net, made it a 2-4 final.
On the good side, I looked great for the third or fourth game in a row. My form is starting to come back. Now, I just gotta try and work on my team mates and the refs.
The latest numbers:
Team GAA: 4.61
My GAA: 4.50
Team GFA: 2.35
Record: 3-17-3 (9 points)
posted by Micah at 10:23 AM
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