Tonight’s B2 Carmel Hockey by the Highways, Byways, and Roundabouts is brought to you in part by Busch latte. When the player that was supposed to bring the team beer wonders where the cooler is, then there’s generally a problem. Respect due to the graduates that stopped drinking alcohol for reasons, but I generally drink one bench beer in the second and third periods. If I didn’t, then I would likely get kicked out of the league for instigating fights. I’m a decent fighter, and I was ready to fight our designated beer provider guy for messing with my superstitious routine. Emergency protocols were activated. Schmitz, for reasons only known to hockey dead spirits, brought the Busch latte, mostly because it’s packaged in a 30 pack. America’s Team, the Golden Showers, needs hydration, and they faced off against the Jon’s that are apparently long missing the meat stick king. America was also missing our Captain and general from another country, so Talus ran the show too effectively. There were at least three spectators, who were generally quiet.
Much respect to the ice rink staff on the condensed Westfield sheet, though the ice in the corners is looking kinda moon-crater rough. I find ways to speak to the rink staff, and I bring buckets. Seems like a bucket of ice would go a long way. Hopefully, Carmel B2 will have the foresight to buy this ice rink. It’s a buying spree sort of environment. Wait for it.
But, onto the game of the week, in a league that is forgiving for imperfection. Tonight’s refs need to have some serious come to Jesus moments with paying enough attention with getting our league scoring correct. Nobody cares, but everyone cares about integrity. After the game, the scoreboard guys thought that I was crazy for talking to them about necessary corrections at the start of the Chippy-Ron game. I’m happy to be that guy. I take pictures for posterity’s sake. Documentation, as it turns out, is important.
Refs missed out on most of the scoring tonight, including when Fast started the game scoring with speed and a well placed shot at 18:30 into the first period. Refs didn’t even give him a point, but that isn’t our team. Rhodes answered on behalf of Americans at 16:15 with a bullet that was deflected by our guy, Peters. 1-1.
Peters scored again from Kang at 5:15 in a foreshadowing of the eventual winner of the Golden Jacket. 2-1 to finish the first period. It’s always sad to see the second best player for the night come so close to the Golden Jacket honors, but Harter had an inverse beer league goalie shutout, allowing less than one goal per period.
Long story short because I ended up with a 5 gallon bucket of beers, Peters scored two more goals in the second period. Refs confused the numbers, but I worked my politics and greased the staff to correct the record. Buckets. Of course, Fast scored early in the third to give us the final score: 4-2, America,. The honorable mention Harter was handing out hats postgame, so holla.
