Summer BC week #5
Alert the media! I got to the rink this morning before both Lyle and Scott. Yes, you read that right: I got to the rink and I was dressed and on the ice this morning before Lyle and before Scott ever set foot (skate?) on the ice.
The fact that neither Lyle nor Scott were even here this morning is immaterial to this otherwise momentous occasion. Please don’t be a fun sponge during my moment of glory, ‘k?
Bryan and Mike led our motley morning crew through a series of passing and skating drills, the likes of which have never been seen by us before. I have been strictly counseled by Mike to make no mention of the fact that we ended our session with a little two-on-two rotating tag-in small ice scrimmaging. So forget I said anything about that having happened.
We warmed up our two goalies with some lane-passing two-on-oh maneuvers, which involved skating out from the goal line area, sweeping across “break out” style to get the pass, crashing in to score, and then kicking off the returning break-out pass. Or at least I think that was what we did, because I didn’t get on the ice until the warm-up was basically over. But, hey, I was still on the ice before either Lyle or Scott (did I mention that already?)
Keeping our committee of the whole intact, we then moved on to some end-to-end skating and passing, working on receiving and passing on both our forehand and backhand, including catching it on the forehand but passing it back on the backhand, and catching it backhand and then passing it forehand.
We then broke in to two groups, one group working on breaking down the elements of our skating, and the other working on a variation of a four-corners passing drill. In both cases, it just went to show us that no matter how long you’ve been playing, there is always room to improve and refine.
All in all, a good little morning for me. After a very long and draining day yesterday, getting up at o’dark thirty to play some hockey was just what the doctor ordered. Not that I wasn’t desperately forlorn over not seeing Lyle or Scott this morning, mind you, but it was kind of nice to get Mike and Bryan’s “take” on an up-beat lively practice this morning. And if you try to start any rumors about what happened, all I can say is that what happens at the Breakfast Club stays at the Breakfast Club.
The fact that neither Lyle nor Scott were even here this morning is immaterial to this otherwise momentous occasion. Please don’t be a fun sponge during my moment of glory, ‘k?
Bryan and Mike led our motley morning crew through a series of passing and skating drills, the likes of which have never been seen by us before. I have been strictly counseled by Mike to make no mention of the fact that we ended our session with a little two-on-two rotating tag-in small ice scrimmaging. So forget I said anything about that having happened.
We warmed up our two goalies with some lane-passing two-on-oh maneuvers, which involved skating out from the goal line area, sweeping across “break out” style to get the pass, crashing in to score, and then kicking off the returning break-out pass. Or at least I think that was what we did, because I didn’t get on the ice until the warm-up was basically over. But, hey, I was still on the ice before either Lyle or Scott (did I mention that already?)
Keeping our committee of the whole intact, we then moved on to some end-to-end skating and passing, working on receiving and passing on both our forehand and backhand, including catching it on the forehand but passing it back on the backhand, and catching it backhand and then passing it forehand.
We then broke in to two groups, one group working on breaking down the elements of our skating, and the other working on a variation of a four-corners passing drill. In both cases, it just went to show us that no matter how long you’ve been playing, there is always room to improve and refine.
All in all, a good little morning for me. After a very long and draining day yesterday, getting up at o’dark thirty to play some hockey was just what the doctor ordered. Not that I wasn’t desperately forlorn over not seeing Lyle or Scott this morning, mind you, but it was kind of nice to get Mike and Bryan’s “take” on an up-beat lively practice this morning. And if you try to start any rumors about what happened, all I can say is that what happens at the Breakfast Club stays at the Breakfast Club.
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