Stank Hockey Gear

I’m at the cafe uploading pictures. Just finished playing my first game of hockey with my new team, the Streatham Night-Wolves, probably named so for our practice times running from 11:45pm-1:45am Friday and Saturday nights. I’m not at my best without my own equipment and stick, but I’m getting along pretty good. You just always want to be at your best and give yourself every advantage you can. Our game was today from 4-6pm. I had a good time and enjoyed the contact along the boards. However, the chap who I nailed into the boards head first wasn’t too hot about the idea so he attempted to pull off my helmet. There was no blood as I talked him down and pointed out that he turned in, which he did. I hit his shoulder with my shoulder at the moment he was turtling, this directed him headlong. There was no penalty called, due to the high cement content of this blokes skull and everyone affirmed this with me. I got an assist and was a target for the rest of the game, along with my American team mate who too was dishing out some jive. I took a few hits and I gave a few, but I was never off my feet, being a champion and all. I also got an assist and gave out some very nice passes, along with a few panic moments of dumping it up the boards, which are much like St. Bonds, very unpredictable. All in all I did alright.

Oh yeah, they play by international rules over here so I was awarded a penalty in the practice last night for shooting it over the glass in my own zone. I thought only goal tenders got those?