Post by Old Bucks Admin on Feb 17, 2011 21:53:58 GMT -5
Week 20 was preceded by TCNJ playing Rutgers in the time slot before Old Bucks. This led to a somewhat racy episode after the game when the lone girl on TCNJ opened the door to locker room 1, wanting to change, and discovered three Old Bucks in various stages of undress: Jim Heffern (fully clothed), Eddie (boxers and T-shirt), and Saunders (anatomically-correct long underwear). She checked her initial impulse to flee in horror and, gesturing toward her bag on the floor, asked permission to change. “Sure, go right ahead,” was the gist of the responses. After an awkward lull when no one moved, she was forced to declare what was not at all obvious, namely, “You guys are going to have to leave first.” The three obliged her but not without a tinge of disappointment. So much for the gender-neutral twenty-first century.
Kenny was gone again so Old Bucks reprised its method of making up the teams ex tempore rather than according to the dictates of one person. Jim Heffern, formerly on Red, switched to Blue and Hughie returned to Red after a two-week absence. Mark Herr was in attendance, and Paul Egan, both of whom skated on Blue. Bob Freiling was a healthy scratch but his Red counterpoise, Mike Robbins, wasn’t. Twenty-five skaters showed, in addition to the two goalies.
Blue drew first blood on a rare Greg Wright gaffe when Greg tried to clear the puck from the Red zone and put it right into Brian Urban’s lap, who corralled the loose puck and proceeded to bear down on Marty, unopposed, and score. Brian soon scored again and put Blue up 2-0. Red struck back when Hughie threaded a precise, two-line pass between the two Blue defensemen that caught a streaking Craig Allen in stride, allowing him a breakaway that spanned half the ice. Upon reaching Kenny G. Craig opted for a rather prosaic wrist shot that just glanced off the web of Kenny’s glove and found the back of the net. As efforts go it had all the trappings of a hockey dilettante but—and this is a big but—it was effective.
Blue went up 3-1 when Mark Herr fetched the puck out of the corner, dished to Saunders, who then dished to Rich Devlin, who muscled a backhander past Marty. Blue’s two-goal lead was short-lived, however, as Eddie and Jonathan Millen scored to tie the game at three’s. Blue stepped up their pace—and then got lucky. A Rich Cerbone shot from the point deflected off Marty’s stick and landed right on the stick of Mark Herr whose incredibly sharp-angled shot somehow sneaked past Marty—a freak goal at which the Red bench goggled with envy. When Alex Cerbone scored with an ice-skimming torpedo from 30 feet out, Blue was up 5-3 and Red was feeling the heat.
Amidst all the tumult Mike Robbins’ role on offense shrank to insignificance, barely recording one dinged post and not scoring all night. Nor did Red’s two other perennial scorers, Greg Wright and Tim White, light the lamp. It took the stubborn will power of Eddie and Jonathan Millen to tie the game at fives, each getting their second goals of the game. Blue, however, was not to be beaten—only braved. Brian Urban soon scored off a Jim Heffern pass and a scant two minutes later, Alex Cerbone riskily left his post on defense (what else is new?) to give Blue a crucial insurance goal. Jonathan Millen would score one more time for the hat trick, but Brian would outdo him—and the entire Red squad—by bagging his fourth goal of the game and giving Blue the decisive 8-6 victory.
Kenny was gone again so Old Bucks reprised its method of making up the teams ex tempore rather than according to the dictates of one person. Jim Heffern, formerly on Red, switched to Blue and Hughie returned to Red after a two-week absence. Mark Herr was in attendance, and Paul Egan, both of whom skated on Blue. Bob Freiling was a healthy scratch but his Red counterpoise, Mike Robbins, wasn’t. Twenty-five skaters showed, in addition to the two goalies.
Blue drew first blood on a rare Greg Wright gaffe when Greg tried to clear the puck from the Red zone and put it right into Brian Urban’s lap, who corralled the loose puck and proceeded to bear down on Marty, unopposed, and score. Brian soon scored again and put Blue up 2-0. Red struck back when Hughie threaded a precise, two-line pass between the two Blue defensemen that caught a streaking Craig Allen in stride, allowing him a breakaway that spanned half the ice. Upon reaching Kenny G. Craig opted for a rather prosaic wrist shot that just glanced off the web of Kenny’s glove and found the back of the net. As efforts go it had all the trappings of a hockey dilettante but—and this is a big but—it was effective.
Blue went up 3-1 when Mark Herr fetched the puck out of the corner, dished to Saunders, who then dished to Rich Devlin, who muscled a backhander past Marty. Blue’s two-goal lead was short-lived, however, as Eddie and Jonathan Millen scored to tie the game at three’s. Blue stepped up their pace—and then got lucky. A Rich Cerbone shot from the point deflected off Marty’s stick and landed right on the stick of Mark Herr whose incredibly sharp-angled shot somehow sneaked past Marty—a freak goal at which the Red bench goggled with envy. When Alex Cerbone scored with an ice-skimming torpedo from 30 feet out, Blue was up 5-3 and Red was feeling the heat.
Amidst all the tumult Mike Robbins’ role on offense shrank to insignificance, barely recording one dinged post and not scoring all night. Nor did Red’s two other perennial scorers, Greg Wright and Tim White, light the lamp. It took the stubborn will power of Eddie and Jonathan Millen to tie the game at fives, each getting their second goals of the game. Blue, however, was not to be beaten—only braved. Brian Urban soon scored off a Jim Heffern pass and a scant two minutes later, Alex Cerbone riskily left his post on defense (what else is new?) to give Blue a crucial insurance goal. Jonathan Millen would score one more time for the hat trick, but Brian would outdo him—and the entire Red squad—by bagging his fourth goal of the game and giving Blue the decisive 8-6 victory.