Author on the ice makes breakaway goal - By N.L. Bobblehead
Yeah, I was stiffed in the celebrity ice game a few weeks ago. So what? Old N.L. Bobblehead came back with a vengeance Sunday night in a big scrimmage at the Bakersfield Ice Sports Center.
I was asked to play with the thugs on Black Magic, a local hockey team made of plenty of goons and gals. Tough guys Bob Neath, Brick Wall, Devon Brown, and Bill Graham were in the locker room talking smack before the game. Gotta love the pre-game trash talk. Devon pretty much called out everyone in the facility to feel his hockey wrath, even me. I gulped air like a fish out of water, no good comebacks.
Why not? I hadn't played ice hockey in a year. Heck, I hadn't even strapped on the ice skates in a year. But if I'm ever going to make that celebrity ice hockey game, I gotta actually get my game on.
After a crappy first 40 minutes, I finally listened to Bill, who pulled me aside and said, "You're confusing us. Play your position!"
Damn it if I wasn't too tired with only one sub for the entire team (I played on the white jersey side against trash talker Devon). I couldn't skate to my position!!
Nonetheless, the good 'talking to' got me fired up and I came out with a breakaway and scored 5-hole style. The rest of the game I stood in my position like a deftly trained trash receptacle while guys like Mark Braun took the puck end to end burying backhanded sling shots of fury.
Looking forward to the Condors this Wednesday night take on the crappy pappy slug gulls from San Diego. Those sea birds are playing like a bunch of water-logged pelicans. I think the Condors will have an easy win of it...
I was asked to play with the thugs on Black Magic, a local hockey team made of plenty of goons and gals. Tough guys Bob Neath, Brick Wall, Devon Brown, and Bill Graham were in the locker room talking smack before the game. Gotta love the pre-game trash talk. Devon pretty much called out everyone in the facility to feel his hockey wrath, even me. I gulped air like a fish out of water, no good comebacks.
Why not? I hadn't played ice hockey in a year. Heck, I hadn't even strapped on the ice skates in a year. But if I'm ever going to make that celebrity ice hockey game, I gotta actually get my game on.
After a crappy first 40 minutes, I finally listened to Bill, who pulled me aside and said, "You're confusing us. Play your position!"
Damn it if I wasn't too tired with only one sub for the entire team (I played on the white jersey side against trash talker Devon). I couldn't skate to my position!!
Nonetheless, the good 'talking to' got me fired up and I came out with a breakaway and scored 5-hole style. The rest of the game I stood in my position like a deftly trained trash receptacle while guys like Mark Braun took the puck end to end burying backhanded sling shots of fury.
Looking forward to the Condors this Wednesday night take on the crappy pappy slug gulls from San Diego. Those sea birds are playing like a bunch of water-logged pelicans. I think the Condors will have an easy win of it...
posted by Nick Belardes at 5:37 PM
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