If Anyone Needs Me, Check The Morgue
By Wyatt Earp | October 11, 2010
Well, our second and final preseason hockey game took place last night, and for the second time in a row, we only had eight skaters. That meant three subs. Thank Vishnu I am in top physical condition – bawahahahahahaha! – so this was not a problem for me. I don’t want to bore you with my lame ice hockey stories, so I’ll give you the Cliff (Ronning) Notes version:
1. We lost, 3-2; primarily because we ran out of gas in the third period.
2. I did not play very well, but I did play much better than the first game, where I sucked eggs.
Since we were shorthanded again, I tried to keep track of my playing time. We play three fifteen-minute periods. (That’s a total of 45 minutes for those of you in New Jersey.) Of those 45 minutes, I was on the ice for 38 them. Thirty-eight minutes our of forty-five. Now, I am not crying martyr here, because everyone else played about the same amount of minutes, but you’ll understand why I’m throwing up this post instead of something requiring more thought.
I’m exhausted, and everything hurts. Yes, even that!
The regular season starts on Sunday. Hopefully, we’ll have a few more skaters.
Topics: Babes, Ice Hockey | 19 Comments »
October 11th, 2010 at 8:18 pm
Where’s Mrs. C in the photo above?
October 11th, 2010 at 8:19 pm
I can count!
October 11th, 2010 at 8:34 pm
Ferrell – Last three on the right are SYLG commenters Mrs. Crankipants, Robbie, and Kerri.
RT – You had help!
October 11th, 2010 at 8:45 pm
Hey Wyatt – I’m back in NJ working again. Did you include that, “for those of you in New Jersey” line for my benefit? Although we don’t get a large winter down in Texas, we do have (indoor) ice hockey.
That said, you beat my best time on ice by about 30 minutes. And I wasn’t trying to chase a little disc. Congrats on having stout ankles. Better luck next time, pardner.
October 11th, 2010 at 8:48 pm
Robert B – No, I didn’t know you were back east, but if the shoe fits. Heh. I know I sound like a whiny bitch, but my knees, ankles, and back are killing me today. Everything smells like Icy Hot.
October 11th, 2010 at 8:51 pm
That ice crew looks pretty “Icy Hot” to me!
October 11th, 2010 at 9:27 pm
Chase them around for a while and you’ll BE in shape Wyatt
October 11th, 2010 at 10:23 pm
Watuschskie – They melt the ice.
Old NFO – But what to do when I catch them? Not in shape for that!
October 11th, 2010 at 10:26 pm
Let them chase you.But be easy to catch.
October 11th, 2010 at 10:37 pm
Wyatt would make a soft spot in the ice with his drool.
October 11th, 2010 at 10:38 pm
“I’m exhausted, and everything hurts. Yes, even that!”
“Everything smells like Icy Hot.”
Excuse me, I have to go and staple my tongue to my desk now.
October 11th, 2010 at 11:17 pm
Everything hurts??
WOW…hockey sure has changed. I might have to start following it…regularly.
October 11th, 2010 at 11:32 pm
I’m a licensed Ben-Gay massage therapist specializing in hockey injuries and whiny bitches.
October 11th, 2010 at 11:36 pm
Just don’t tell him where you actually put the Ben-Gay.
October 12th, 2010 at 10:29 am
Maybe it is a sport!!!
Q: How do you know a leper is playing ice hockey?
A: There’s a ‘face-off’ in the corner.
October 12th, 2010 at 11:16 am
“Now, I am not crying martyr here, because everyone else played about the same amount of minutes, but you’ll understand why I’m throwing up this post instead of something requiring more thought.”
I’m surprised you ain’t throwing up more than that…
October 12th, 2010 at 11:52 am
Rick – Sounds like a plan.
RT – I was wondering why my equipment was so wet.
Mrs. Crankipants – Ooo, take photos!
DL474 – Serves me right for ordering a cup that is too small.
Mrs. Crankipants – Have you worked with Obama yet?
RT – Ben’s not gay! It’s just a vicious rumor!
Danny – Well played, sir.
Richard – Came home, grabbed a snack, and fell asleep in front of the TV. Woke up at 2am and went up to bed.
October 12th, 2010 at 3:35 pm
Well at least you’re not in a body cast or anything and you can still type.
October 12th, 2010 at 5:01 pm
DL474 – And if I was, I would just sit down and dictate posts to Mrs. Earp.