MISSED IT BY THAT MUCH
Setting Suns return west (or northeast for some of us) having taken HMS and North Carolina to overtime. They are the two clubs playing in the 50 and Over Championship game. In both games we led in the third period, games in which we...oh, you get the idea. Using the proper mathematical formula, the Suns should be champions if you insert enough Woulda Shoulda and Coulda's. "I'm stickin with that story," said coach Cub.
Before I forget, John Otsuki scored a clever backhand goal in Game 3 vs Carolina, giving the Suns a short-lived lead late in the second period. It actually went between a defenders legs on its gentle flight to to the top shelf. The changeup contrasted with the "rockets" we were firing into the Carolina goalie's accomplished glove hand. (Thank you John for the family subscription to SportsRap.)
We now limp home, having met new friends, and expanded dozens of relationships, all more meaningful as we play the back-nine of our lives. Hockey is merely a useful common denominator for this club of friends. If we were just hockey junkies, we would have never left the Brandon Ice Forum, watching live games on the ice and Stanley Cup playoff games in the lounge, talking puck and sippin Labatts in the hallways...oh, right, half a dozen of us did just that. All right then, equal measure hockey love and camaraderie.
The Suns are the best hockey fraternity of them all, the favorite stop of USA Hockey legends Badger Bob, his son Mark and Art Berglund. Wearing the sweater, the pizza crest on the chest, lining up with Ketchum, Hailey and Bellevue Idaho residents is one of the grand privileges of a hockey life.
University of Maine head coach Tim Whirehead, a national figure in the hockey world, had his dream of joining the Suns come true after years of visiting, playing and yearning for the chance. One of our opponents came up to us in the Brandon ice lounge and dealt out a left-handed compliment for the ages: "You're the best winless team I can remember." Why I oughta... Here's Glenn Hunter's (see "digit"ized photo above) summation:
"We must remember that we come from a resort town. Our goal has always been to accommodate and keep visitors happy. That's why we don't beat them, we don't want them feeling too bad."
There was no sadness amongst the Suns, we outplayed the two clubs playing for the title. Cubby Burke was back on the ice and we got to play together, and for the record, I witnessed him arcing around the ice skating full tilt, panel to panel in neutral ice, and there was some of that wind flap going on through his jersey, kinda like a sail. "I think the jersey was too big," said Cub, coming to the bench after each board battle, whether the shift was :15 long or :50.
Learned last night that Kurt Wenzel has found gainful employment, and Banjo Williams got his third daughter into Bowdoin, both grand accomplishments. As John Weekes has said a time or two, "A finer bunch of guys you'll never find." Or words to that effect. See you all next year, and if you find the locker room key please give it to...ANYONE BUT ME.
Setting Suns return west (or northeast for some of us) having taken HMS and North Carolina to overtime. They are the two clubs playing in the 50 and Over Championship game. In both games we led in the third period, games in which we...oh, you get the idea. Using the proper mathematical formula, the Suns should be champions if you insert enough Woulda Shoulda and Coulda's. "I'm stickin with that story," said coach Cub.
Before I forget, John Otsuki scored a clever backhand goal in Game 3 vs Carolina, giving the Suns a short-lived lead late in the second period. It actually went between a defenders legs on its gentle flight to to the top shelf. The changeup contrasted with the "rockets" we were firing into the Carolina goalie's accomplished glove hand. (Thank you John for the family subscription to SportsRap.)
We now limp home, having met new friends, and expanded dozens of relationships, all more meaningful as we play the back-nine of our lives. Hockey is merely a useful common denominator for this club of friends. If we were just hockey junkies, we would have never left the Brandon Ice Forum, watching live games on the ice and Stanley Cup playoff games in the lounge, talking puck and sippin Labatts in the hallways...oh, right, half a dozen of us did just that. All right then, equal measure hockey love and camaraderie.
The Suns are the best hockey fraternity of them all, the favorite stop of USA Hockey legends Badger Bob, his son Mark and Art Berglund. Wearing the sweater, the pizza crest on the chest, lining up with Ketchum, Hailey and Bellevue Idaho residents is one of the grand privileges of a hockey life.
University of Maine head coach Tim Whirehead, a national figure in the hockey world, had his dream of joining the Suns come true after years of visiting, playing and yearning for the chance. One of our opponents came up to us in the Brandon ice lounge and dealt out a left-handed compliment for the ages: "You're the best winless team I can remember." Why I oughta... Here's Glenn Hunter's (see "digit"ized photo above) summation:
"We must remember that we come from a resort town. Our goal has always been to accommodate and keep visitors happy. That's why we don't beat them, we don't want them feeling too bad."
There was no sadness amongst the Suns, we outplayed the two clubs playing for the title. Cubby Burke was back on the ice and we got to play together, and for the record, I witnessed him arcing around the ice skating full tilt, panel to panel in neutral ice, and there was some of that wind flap going on through his jersey, kinda like a sail. "I think the jersey was too big," said Cub, coming to the bench after each board battle, whether the shift was :15 long or :50.
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