July 24, 2007
After winning the league hockey championship last summer I decided to go out on a high note and quit playing. I’m too old to be competing against twenty year olds. Then my youngest son, Pete, came home from college for the summer and we both signed up to play together on a “house” hockey team.
No one expects much from the “house” hockey team because it’s basically made up of miscellaneous odds and ends of players that couldn’t hook onto real teams. Of course, this team now had Pete and the “Big Weeze” on it.
The league tournament was last friday night and, low and behold, our little “house” team made it all the way to the championship game. Pete scored the first goal of the game, but then the opposing team took a three goal lead. Our shoulders drooped as we resigned ourselves to certain defeat, but not Pete. He went out and immediately scored a goal, and then another, and all of a sudden we were only down by one with a lot of game left. We took the lead and won the game.
The Big Weeze… a hockey champion for the second year in a row! …HooHOO!