(vol.
5S, no. 10; newsletter by c.g.)
Last Sunday evening saw the Western Championship re-match between the defending
champion Coastal Pirates, and the Jaguars B.
The 1st period started out strongly for us as we had many scoring opportunities;
in the first several shifts Glenn, Scott LeMatty and I (Chris) almost converted.
It appeared it was going to be our night, as the puck in spent much more
time in the attack zone than in our defensive zone. Defensively we were
also up to the task, easily thwarting each Jaguar rush (Dave-Russ-Roger
played exceptionally well throughout). Offensively the lines of Chris-Tim-Wildman
and Glenn-Scooby-LeMatty were getting it done by passing well and setting
each other up for some good chances only to run into a hot (young)
goaltender. Injuries began to take a toll as both Russ (neck/back) and myself
(ankle) sustained injuries in the 2nd.
As the game wore on the Jags started to get more chances, but Harris (having
been a spectator for much of the early periods) was well up to the challenge,
and made some brilliant saves late -- stopping several Gucci slapshots and
batting one out of the air from Alfano, while sprawled on the ice during
overtime. The teams battled for 45:00 minutes straight with neither able
to put the puck in the net, so regulation time ended knotted at 0-0.
Although we had our chances in the 5:00-minute O.T. (chances from Scooby,
Lematty, Tim, Farkas and Russ), it was the Jags who came closest to ending
it. About halfway through the overtime period the Jags rang one off the
post after a defensive zone faceoff, and swore the game had ended; but the
Refs were right on top of it, and made the correct call, NO GOAL. A short
while later the Jags had another good chance as Scooby accidentally deflected
one on net, but Harris alertly covered it to preserve the 0-0 status (I
shudder to think if it were Roger, instead ofScooby, deflecting it :) just
kidding).
So overtime ends and still no score... we go to the shootout (Pirate shooters
were Scooby, Russ & Roger). Scooby shot first and put a nice wrister
on net, but was stopped; the Jags went next and nearly converted
if not for a toe-save to keep it at 0-0. Russ goes next and couldn't get
quite the wood on the shot he wanted and was stopped; the Jags second shooter
came down ice, Harris played it perfectly (correctly reading the Jag players
deke), yet the puck had eyes as they say, and snuck through the tiniest
space under his arm. The pressure was on Roger (our last shooter), and he
sailed one wide right as the goalie came out and took away any sort of angle.
It's a shame that someone has to lose that sort of a game, and it's even
more of a shame it had to be us.
I leave you with a quote from Outlaw Josey Whales (inspired from my first
Sunday season as a member of the Pirates): I rode with them, and I
got no complaints.
THE
SILVER
SKULLS
(none
awarded)