Post by Old Bucks Admin on Nov 26, 2009 11:06:31 GMT -5
Week 10 saw the return of Bob Freiling after a long unexplained absence. Exercising his right to self-determination, Bob chose to skate with Blue. Some said he was upset with Kenny after Kenny put a lien on his salary in response to Art Rosenbaum never showing up. We don’t know; all we can say is that Blue’s reception was cool. They took him back on two conditions: that he score at least three goals and chant “Red’s got nothin’” in between every shift.
Rich Devlin scored first for Blue—the kind of garbage goal that Joe Peugeot normally scores except that he was running in the Philly marathon. John Lupisella tied it up by knocking in a rebound off a Kenny shot. Red then took a 3-1 lead on two succeeding breakaways, one by Eddie and one by Greg Wright, both of whom caught Marty with his butterfly down. This brought the game to the half-hour mark, at which point Mike Dougherty showed up and took a seat on the Red bench complaining how it had taken him two jiffy dusters and three cans of Pledge to clean up his house for Thanksgiving.
Bob Freiling got hotter than a Bunson burner and kept Blue in the game, despite Red continuing to score. As Eddie scored two more, and Jonathan Millen scored, Bob had to rattle off four straight goals to bring Blue to within one, 6-5. It was well he did for Marty was fit to be tied over some of Blue’s defensive lapses, throwing his stick twice and reading Larry the Cable Guy the riot act after Larry let Eddie score on a backhanded wraparound. Larry had volunteered for defense thinking it was all about floating in the neutral zone with a loglike calm—sort of the way Angie plays. Now he knows better.
With fifteen minutes to play Jim Heffern picked his way through a dozing contingent of Red defensemen and beat Jamie to tie the game at sixes. A few minutes later Bob Freiling—performing another fancy two-step drag-and-drop—scored number five on the night and the go-ahead goal. John Quirinale, skating for Red, made one more spectacular charge up ice to attempt the tie but Brian Urban wrapped him up and took him down with a move he learned back when he was an honor student at Master Wu’s Kickboxing Academy. It was a dirty play and Red spoke of putting a price on his head but Kenny wanted a twenty percent cut and so the idea was nixed.
Blue held on to win 7-6.
On this date (1999): Jack Bryant joins the club. This is unusual as the club normally frowns on new joins in the middle of a season because of the negative effect on club chemistry. But an exception is made in Jack’s case because he owns his own brewery—River Horse—and has promised the club unlimited amounts of free beer. The new beer is an eye opener for Old Bucks, most of whom have never tasted anything other than a basic pilsner. It expands their horizon, so to speak, especially in an age when the club still drank in the parking lot. Legend has it that if you drank three of the Tripel Horse (9.7 ABV) beneath a full moon it would have a peyote-like effect on your nervous system, causing hallucinations. Some maintain that, while under its influence, the rink took on the character of the Parthenon in Athens and the parking lot, the Acropolis. They thought the Louke’s Ice Center was the spiritual hub of the hockey universe. It’s no wonder that Jack’s three years with the club are now regarded as “The Golden Age of Old Bucks”.
Rich Devlin scored first for Blue—the kind of garbage goal that Joe Peugeot normally scores except that he was running in the Philly marathon. John Lupisella tied it up by knocking in a rebound off a Kenny shot. Red then took a 3-1 lead on two succeeding breakaways, one by Eddie and one by Greg Wright, both of whom caught Marty with his butterfly down. This brought the game to the half-hour mark, at which point Mike Dougherty showed up and took a seat on the Red bench complaining how it had taken him two jiffy dusters and three cans of Pledge to clean up his house for Thanksgiving.
Bob Freiling got hotter than a Bunson burner and kept Blue in the game, despite Red continuing to score. As Eddie scored two more, and Jonathan Millen scored, Bob had to rattle off four straight goals to bring Blue to within one, 6-5. It was well he did for Marty was fit to be tied over some of Blue’s defensive lapses, throwing his stick twice and reading Larry the Cable Guy the riot act after Larry let Eddie score on a backhanded wraparound. Larry had volunteered for defense thinking it was all about floating in the neutral zone with a loglike calm—sort of the way Angie plays. Now he knows better.
With fifteen minutes to play Jim Heffern picked his way through a dozing contingent of Red defensemen and beat Jamie to tie the game at sixes. A few minutes later Bob Freiling—performing another fancy two-step drag-and-drop—scored number five on the night and the go-ahead goal. John Quirinale, skating for Red, made one more spectacular charge up ice to attempt the tie but Brian Urban wrapped him up and took him down with a move he learned back when he was an honor student at Master Wu’s Kickboxing Academy. It was a dirty play and Red spoke of putting a price on his head but Kenny wanted a twenty percent cut and so the idea was nixed.
Blue held on to win 7-6.
On this date (1999): Jack Bryant joins the club. This is unusual as the club normally frowns on new joins in the middle of a season because of the negative effect on club chemistry. But an exception is made in Jack’s case because he owns his own brewery—River Horse—and has promised the club unlimited amounts of free beer. The new beer is an eye opener for Old Bucks, most of whom have never tasted anything other than a basic pilsner. It expands their horizon, so to speak, especially in an age when the club still drank in the parking lot. Legend has it that if you drank three of the Tripel Horse (9.7 ABV) beneath a full moon it would have a peyote-like effect on your nervous system, causing hallucinations. Some maintain that, while under its influence, the rink took on the character of the Parthenon in Athens and the parking lot, the Acropolis. They thought the Louke’s Ice Center was the spiritual hub of the hockey universe. It’s no wonder that Jack’s three years with the club are now regarded as “The Golden Age of Old Bucks”.