Breakfast Club: Week 3
Geesh, a girl gets a concussion at her game on the night before Breakfast Club, misses two weeks, and everyone starts getting on my case.
it's good to be missed :)
So, apparently last week y'all were dragging each other around like middle-aged sacks of potatoes? My injured patellar tendon is glad I missed that. Not so glad that I missed the Breakfast Club, though, and even more dismayed at the number of passes I missed this morning. You'd think I'd have better mastered the fine art of actually keeping that doggoned little rubber disc on my stick by now. Although, I have to admit, I think I disappointed Joe with how few times I actually screwed things up. Come to think of it, I do recall seeing him looking nervously over his shoulder during the four corner passing drill, seeing as I was the only player who actually 'got' the drill. A sure sign of the coming Apocalypse, my friends, repent ye whilst thou can!
"Form a square on the circle," Lyle barked, but then he paused when he wanted the third square to have five points instead of four. It's a good thing Lyle's got other marketable job skills besides his mastery of fourth-grade geometry, because otherwise he'd be begging for Tim Horton's coffee on the streets somewhere.
Speaking of people (besides me) who need to hang onto their day job because they'd otherwise starve as a hockey player, what exactly was up with that stop-n-go passing drill? I think we collectively managed to redefine that drill ten ways to tomorrow, none of those ways being terribly close to what Lyle and Joe had envisioned. So on to plan B, where we broke in to separate groups and worked on some more passing drills. Give-n-go, head's up, on the tape, on the ice. Simple to say, but oh so nuanced when you're doing it.
No Club is complete without some friendly beating up, and the last ten minutes of class are what Martha lives for in case she hasn't told any of you yet. Two on two, whichever pair scores first gets bragging rights. A sweaty good flogging was had by all.
I still haven't scouted the Wednesday group like I said I would, perhaps next week I'll double-up my classes and go to both the Wednesday and Thursday class to make-up for my two weeks on the pathetic... I mean, "injured reserve" ... list. So until next week, keep your head up and your eyes on the goal!
So, apparently last week y'all were dragging each other around like middle-aged sacks of potatoes? My injured patellar tendon is glad I missed that. Not so glad that I missed the Breakfast Club, though, and even more dismayed at the number of passes I missed this morning. You'd think I'd have better mastered the fine art of actually keeping that doggoned little rubber disc on my stick by now. Although, I have to admit, I think I disappointed Joe with how few times I actually screwed things up. Come to think of it, I do recall seeing him looking nervously over his shoulder during the four corner passing drill, seeing as I was the only player who actually 'got' the drill. A sure sign of the coming Apocalypse, my friends, repent ye whilst thou can!
"Form a square on the circle," Lyle barked, but then he paused when he wanted the third square to have five points instead of four. It's a good thing Lyle's got other marketable job skills besides his mastery of fourth-grade geometry, because otherwise he'd be begging for Tim Horton's coffee on the streets somewhere.
Speaking of people (besides me) who need to hang onto their day job because they'd otherwise starve as a hockey player, what exactly was up with that stop-n-go passing drill? I think we collectively managed to redefine that drill ten ways to tomorrow, none of those ways being terribly close to what Lyle and Joe had envisioned. So on to plan B, where we broke in to separate groups and worked on some more passing drills. Give-n-go, head's up, on the tape, on the ice. Simple to say, but oh so nuanced when you're doing it.
No Club is complete without some friendly beating up, and the last ten minutes of class are what Martha lives for in case she hasn't told any of you yet. Two on two, whichever pair scores first gets bragging rights. A sweaty good flogging was had by all.
I still haven't scouted the Wednesday group like I said I would, perhaps next week I'll double-up my classes and go to both the Wednesday and Thursday class to make-up for my two weeks on the pathetic... I mean, "injured reserve" ... list. So until next week, keep your head up and your eyes on the goal!
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