Post by Old Bucks Admin on Jan 17, 2013 16:34:07 GMT -5
With the recent conclusion of the NHL lockout, Locker Room 4 was alive with humor and high spirits as the Old Bucks once again buzzed with hockey talk. Ken Blankstein and Bob Freiling spoke in hushed and sincere tones about the Rangers legitimate chances this year, Skupe tenaciously defended Ilya Kovalchuk and his vocal preference for the KHL, the Urbans were delighted by the Flyers recent re-acquisition of Brian Boucher, and John Lupisella took great delight in asking Mike Robbins how many years Rickety Red Light DiPietro had on his contract. (The answer is 8….and at 4.5 million per, you’d be hard pressed to find a cheaper yet more qualified towel boy). It was as if our parents had stopped fighting and were now taking us all out for ice cream, except strangely enough, they had spent six and a half months fighting about how much of our money they could have.
Blue continued an alarming trend of slow starts by spotting Red an uncontested three goal lead. Bobby Freiling kicked off a five (!) goal evening by chipping the puck high off the glass and darting past his Blue defender for a clean breakaway. George Schott, who maintains an incomparable ability to dominate the top of the crease with the authority and immutability of an Easter Island statue, planted himself in front of Marty Urban and slammed in a loose rebound.
With Blue looking to pull themselves back into the game, Steve Sousa found himself all alone at center ice courtesy of a sloppy Red line change. Steve broke in on Vinny and, with all the skill and savvy of a natural defenseman, fired his shot wide left. The ricochet off the boards came out to Brian Urban who looked up to see Vinny in the midst of a game of Twister (left foot yellow, right hand green!) and clanged the rebound off the post. Moments later, Blue would storm onto the scoreboard with a low angle, far corner snipe from Bassert, a Bobby Orr commemorative rush by Rich Cerbone, and the first of a hat trick from Urban.
Red would maintain a comfortable lead throughout the entirety of the game which was not without a bit of typical Old Bucks slapstick comedy. Midway through the contest, Johnny “Freight Train” Lupisella was coasting through center ice when he and Doug Rendall coincidentally turned into each other while attempting to follow the play. Lupisella, who possesses the center of gravity of a stocky hippopotamus, threw himself into the air and executed as brutal of a cross-body block as we have ever seen.
Defense would not be the theme of the evening as Red continued to exploit Blue defenders with offensive zone passing and a willingness to pound in garbage around the net. Blue in turn, largely relied on the smooth skating trio of the Bassert boys and Brian Urban who combined for six of their team’s eight goals. A final score of 13-8 for Red reflects the closest that Blue ever came to the ever expanding Red lead. The disparate score and the depth of goal-scoring for Red (Freiling, Schott, Millen, Millen, Craig Allen, Nick Swift, Mike Robbins) led many to appropriately complain (Marty chief among them) that the team assembly method needs to be reevaluated. It is the opinion of this publication that the stick-throwing method ought to be revisited but with an emphasis on “hurry the hell up” and a little less “ok…….so who doesn’t have their stick in yet”.
Following the game, Mike, John, Rich, Kenny, the Urbans, Bobby F, and Hugh crashed in on a gang of seven teenage TJ’s patrons and quickly ousted them with a barrage of beer caps and blue humor. Bobby “forgot” his beer once again and, after an uncomfortable five-mississippi, received a donor Yuengling from Rich Devlin. Hugh quickly jumped on the latest opportunity to promote his ventilation-based beer extraction technique and jabbed his duck viscera encrusted pocketknife into the top of Bobby’s beer can. Hugh concluded by performing the international knife cleaning method of giving it one wipe under the arm while Bobby tentatively took a sip and denied any benefit save for an exciting flirtation with salmonella. Kenny brought the evening to a raucous conclusion when he brandished his iPhone (“Hey Doc, why don’t you have a pink one like Devlin?!” – M. Urban) and passed around a collection of emails that would make Brent Musberger simultaneously clutch his chest and soil his trousers.
Week 17 Three Stars
3- Rich Cerbone – A bright spot on the Blue defensive corps who flexed his puck moving muscles with a mid-game scoring rush.
2- George Schott – Everyone knows how he scores his goals, yet no one can stop him. The unstoppable force meets the immovable object.
1-Bobby Freiling – Five goals, zero assists. Assists are for people who can’t score.
Blue continued an alarming trend of slow starts by spotting Red an uncontested three goal lead. Bobby Freiling kicked off a five (!) goal evening by chipping the puck high off the glass and darting past his Blue defender for a clean breakaway. George Schott, who maintains an incomparable ability to dominate the top of the crease with the authority and immutability of an Easter Island statue, planted himself in front of Marty Urban and slammed in a loose rebound.
With Blue looking to pull themselves back into the game, Steve Sousa found himself all alone at center ice courtesy of a sloppy Red line change. Steve broke in on Vinny and, with all the skill and savvy of a natural defenseman, fired his shot wide left. The ricochet off the boards came out to Brian Urban who looked up to see Vinny in the midst of a game of Twister (left foot yellow, right hand green!) and clanged the rebound off the post. Moments later, Blue would storm onto the scoreboard with a low angle, far corner snipe from Bassert, a Bobby Orr commemorative rush by Rich Cerbone, and the first of a hat trick from Urban.
Red would maintain a comfortable lead throughout the entirety of the game which was not without a bit of typical Old Bucks slapstick comedy. Midway through the contest, Johnny “Freight Train” Lupisella was coasting through center ice when he and Doug Rendall coincidentally turned into each other while attempting to follow the play. Lupisella, who possesses the center of gravity of a stocky hippopotamus, threw himself into the air and executed as brutal of a cross-body block as we have ever seen.
Defense would not be the theme of the evening as Red continued to exploit Blue defenders with offensive zone passing and a willingness to pound in garbage around the net. Blue in turn, largely relied on the smooth skating trio of the Bassert boys and Brian Urban who combined for six of their team’s eight goals. A final score of 13-8 for Red reflects the closest that Blue ever came to the ever expanding Red lead. The disparate score and the depth of goal-scoring for Red (Freiling, Schott, Millen, Millen, Craig Allen, Nick Swift, Mike Robbins) led many to appropriately complain (Marty chief among them) that the team assembly method needs to be reevaluated. It is the opinion of this publication that the stick-throwing method ought to be revisited but with an emphasis on “hurry the hell up” and a little less “ok…….so who doesn’t have their stick in yet”.
Following the game, Mike, John, Rich, Kenny, the Urbans, Bobby F, and Hugh crashed in on a gang of seven teenage TJ’s patrons and quickly ousted them with a barrage of beer caps and blue humor. Bobby “forgot” his beer once again and, after an uncomfortable five-mississippi, received a donor Yuengling from Rich Devlin. Hugh quickly jumped on the latest opportunity to promote his ventilation-based beer extraction technique and jabbed his duck viscera encrusted pocketknife into the top of Bobby’s beer can. Hugh concluded by performing the international knife cleaning method of giving it one wipe under the arm while Bobby tentatively took a sip and denied any benefit save for an exciting flirtation with salmonella. Kenny brought the evening to a raucous conclusion when he brandished his iPhone (“Hey Doc, why don’t you have a pink one like Devlin?!” – M. Urban) and passed around a collection of emails that would make Brent Musberger simultaneously clutch his chest and soil his trousers.
Week 17 Three Stars
3- Rich Cerbone – A bright spot on the Blue defensive corps who flexed his puck moving muscles with a mid-game scoring rush.
2- George Schott – Everyone knows how he scores his goals, yet no one can stop him. The unstoppable force meets the immovable object.
1-Bobby Freiling – Five goals, zero assists. Assists are for people who can’t score.