Over the past few weeks I have been heading out to a vacant piece of land where a beautiful ice rink has developed. It would likely measure 75’ by 25’, it’s not the most symetrical pad out there but for my skill level (half ass skilled guy that can’t stop on skates) it is perfect.
Last night was our most competitive game to date and was definitely the most fun. Playing just 2 on 2 with some home made 5’ W x 1’ H nets we laced them up and tried our best to not kill each other or ourselves.
The lineup read like a Toronto Maple Leafs tryout roster sheet.
You have your Dominik Hasek (Darrin AKA Dink) – Dude played net growing up but after hanging up his skates he prefers to cruise through the neutral zone dangling a puck around the other team hoping that he can make someone sprawl on the ice like he once did in his prime. His skating and stick handling skills are far superior then anyone else’s, yet his passes to me (his teammate) consistently went through my legs. The next morning he will have just 2 smokes rather than 3, but other wise be fine.
Next up, you Steve ‘Stumpy’ Thomas (Ken AKA my boss) – Having not worn skates in over 15 years he decides that he was going to give it all he’s got and whatever happened, happened. He seems strong on his feet until he trips over our homemade nets and takes a few to get to his feet. He is confident when stick handling knowing that his money move (deke to the forehand) works every time because the defender (me) doesn’t see it coming…ever. The next morning he is eating Motrin like Skittles but saying he would do it again in a second.