On the eve of Nationals, I was called upon by my intramural team for the playoffs. I had figured that we were done since our captain broke her jaw. Nevertheless, we came to play tonight. But there is one minor detail that was not to be overlooked. We didn't have enough people. We usually have enough for one sub, but since Crystal broke her jaw and Adam was moving home, we were in quite the bind. For the first half of the game, we picked up some kid from a different team. He didn't really do much, but he was a body. Nothing quite out of the ordinary happened in the first half. There was my usual griping about how high sticking is waist level, even if you're taking a shot. That's just stupid considering that we are wearing helmets. I got called for high sticking because my follow through on a flip pass went above my waist. It was just dumb. I was hoping to get some love from the ref, who was a fellow Asian, but it was not to be. The half ended with us up 1-0.
The second half, was a whole other story. I didn't mention this before, but the team we were playing was a frat. In case you didn't know, I don't like frats. I tend to think that the majority of frat guys are imbeciles. In this situation, I was correct. Most of them were egotistical pricks, and what was even better was that they had all their retarded frat fans. Mostly their stupid sorority chicks. And to top it all off, I was wearing my "BE ROMAN" shirt. The reference behind that is more or less to be anti-Greek, because they're little saying is "BE GREEK." Usually Crystal wears hers so since she wasn't there, I had to represent.
So anyway, before the start of the second half, the head ref comes up to our team and lectures us about how the other team has complained that we picked up a kid that wasn't on the roster. Just like the stupid frats to do something like that. So the kid couldn't play, and we were left short handed, 4-on-3. The second half starts, and we decide that since we've got a one goal lead, that I will stay back on defense and play ball control. Mind you, that this is short ice, meaning they split the rink down the middle, so it's basically a big square we're playing on. Whenever I dance around with it, bring it back behind the net, stickhandle all around, and toy with the opposition. Now, some of these idiot frat guys are getting pissed cause they're up a man, and they can't get the ball from me. Oh, did I mention that one of our players was a girl and the whole opposition was guys. Sorry to suggest that sort of thing, but even Liz said it herself. She's not as gude as the guys. Anyway, one fat kid blatantly hip checks me into the boards behind my net leading to my shoving him in the head. Upon this, the ref jumps in and calls a double penalty, 2 mins each. I walk to the bench and this kid, who is fat, pimply faced, and pompous says to me something to the effect of "you'd better wipe off your pussy cause you've got sand in it." I'm not exactly well versed in stupid frat boy lingo nor do I like to participate in immature name calling. I just laughed it off and sat down. During this penalty, we're still short a man. But Paul, I think his name is Paul, breaks up the middle and scores a short handed goal. Now we're up 2-0 and Paul and Liz kill off the remainder of my penalty. I return and continue my dance around their players.
At this point, things are getting heated and tempers on their side are flaring. Many high sticks were called leading to a draw back for us. Off the draw backs, I slowly walk it back behind the net and dick with the other team. I'm getting a real kick out of it. Now they are really getting pissed. Somehow I continue to elude them. At this point, I'm like in the zone, nobody can take the ball from me, but they're starting to play the body a little bit more. Anyway, they end up taking about 4 penalties on me, and I score a break away goal to put us up 3-0. At one point in time, we actually had a powerplay 3-on-2.
In the end, it was very satisfying to send those jerks home with a loss in front of their fans against a shorthanded team with a girl on it. Although, I still love to generalize about frat guys, one of the kids wasn't a dick. On one play I was beating him to the ball in the corner, and he didn't check me in the back, which I told him I appreciated. But what was even more funny was that after I got the ball I went behind my net, put it past a jerk teammate of his only to get cross checked leading to a penalty on them. HA. I still plan on sticking with my anti-frat stance though.
After the game, as I was taking off my shoes and pads, a kid asked me if the team we just beat was a frat. I told him yes it was. And he complimented me on a job well done. Its fun beating on frats, especially ones filled with idiots and assholes.
Moral of the story: Frats are for the few gude people that want to lead the losers who can only purchase friends and unjustified cockiness.
Now it's off the Nationals. I wish there were some frat boys to embarrass there.
The second half, was a whole other story. I didn't mention this before, but the team we were playing was a frat. In case you didn't know, I don't like frats. I tend to think that the majority of frat guys are imbeciles. In this situation, I was correct. Most of them were egotistical pricks, and what was even better was that they had all their retarded frat fans. Mostly their stupid sorority chicks. And to top it all off, I was wearing my "BE ROMAN" shirt. The reference behind that is more or less to be anti-Greek, because they're little saying is "BE GREEK." Usually Crystal wears hers so since she wasn't there, I had to represent.
So anyway, before the start of the second half, the head ref comes up to our team and lectures us about how the other team has complained that we picked up a kid that wasn't on the roster. Just like the stupid frats to do something like that. So the kid couldn't play, and we were left short handed, 4-on-3. The second half starts, and we decide that since we've got a one goal lead, that I will stay back on defense and play ball control. Mind you, that this is short ice, meaning they split the rink down the middle, so it's basically a big square we're playing on. Whenever I dance around with it, bring it back behind the net, stickhandle all around, and toy with the opposition. Now, some of these idiot frat guys are getting pissed cause they're up a man, and they can't get the ball from me. Oh, did I mention that one of our players was a girl and the whole opposition was guys. Sorry to suggest that sort of thing, but even Liz said it herself. She's not as gude as the guys. Anyway, one fat kid blatantly hip checks me into the boards behind my net leading to my shoving him in the head. Upon this, the ref jumps in and calls a double penalty, 2 mins each. I walk to the bench and this kid, who is fat, pimply faced, and pompous says to me something to the effect of "you'd better wipe off your pussy cause you've got sand in it." I'm not exactly well versed in stupid frat boy lingo nor do I like to participate in immature name calling. I just laughed it off and sat down. During this penalty, we're still short a man. But Paul, I think his name is Paul, breaks up the middle and scores a short handed goal. Now we're up 2-0 and Paul and Liz kill off the remainder of my penalty. I return and continue my dance around their players.
At this point, things are getting heated and tempers on their side are flaring. Many high sticks were called leading to a draw back for us. Off the draw backs, I slowly walk it back behind the net and dick with the other team. I'm getting a real kick out of it. Now they are really getting pissed. Somehow I continue to elude them. At this point, I'm like in the zone, nobody can take the ball from me, but they're starting to play the body a little bit more. Anyway, they end up taking about 4 penalties on me, and I score a break away goal to put us up 3-0. At one point in time, we actually had a powerplay 3-on-2.
In the end, it was very satisfying to send those jerks home with a loss in front of their fans against a shorthanded team with a girl on it. Although, I still love to generalize about frat guys, one of the kids wasn't a dick. On one play I was beating him to the ball in the corner, and he didn't check me in the back, which I told him I appreciated. But what was even more funny was that after I got the ball I went behind my net, put it past a jerk teammate of his only to get cross checked leading to a penalty on them. HA. I still plan on sticking with my anti-frat stance though.
After the game, as I was taking off my shoes and pads, a kid asked me if the team we just beat was a frat. I told him yes it was. And he complimented me on a job well done. Its fun beating on frats, especially ones filled with idiots and assholes.
Moral of the story: Frats are for the few gude people that want to lead the losers who can only purchase friends and unjustified cockiness.
Now it's off the Nationals. I wish there were some frat boys to embarrass there.
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