(vol.
17S, no. 2; newsletter by b.n.)
For the second game of the Sunday season, the Pirates
found themselves up against the Blackhawks. Surprisingly, a number of Pirates
were AWOL and presumably afraid to face the feared Blackhawks. Scotty Lamatty?
(Yeah, I know I spelled his name wrong, but maybe if he showed-up once in
a while I would get it right). Where was I? Oh yeah, Lamatty? Missing. Presumed
chickensh-t. Well, chickensh-t is probably too harsh a word. And besides,
some people probably won't be able to view a web page with the word chickensh-t
on it. You know, web filters and all. Ah, who cares. Besides the chickensh-t
Scott L'mattey, there was another chickensh-t whose name is Dan DiPierro.
I really don't know Dan well enough to call him chickensh-t, but he'll get
used to it. Did I mention Wildman? He's only half chickensh-t he
showed up late, so we'll just call him sh-t.
For the rest of us courageous enough to face the Blackhawks, we were rewarded
with a great 1st period effort. Chris Goione erased an early Blackhawk lead
with a beautiful goal (assist to Wildman) to tie the game at 1-1.
The 2nd didn't go as well, but after the second buzzer the score was a still
a respectable 3-1.
In the 3rd, even
though Glenn Farkas did add a tally (assist to Kevin), things
started unraveling as the Blackhawks piled-on the goals. Even though the
Blackhawks buried a bunch, Harris had a stellar night making many spectacular
saves. However, I must admit, with the Blackhawks leading like 6-1, it was
disturbing to see them winding-up and taking slapshots at Harris from 5-feet
outside the crease. What do you call someone like that? Chickensh-t? Maybe
chickenhawk is a better word.
THE
SILVER
SKULLS
(none
awarded)