That's It...

Commissar Patty
(The Commish)

That's all folks. We played the last outdoor game this Saturday. Now, there's nothing but the crying left. Oh sure, it wasn't a big turnout, 6 players in all – but we managed to cobble together a hockey game of sorts. Though it may have been a whimper instead of a thunder, it was good fun, skating, passing and shooting for the last time outside. Even the "drunk guy" managed to have a great time too! Despite the undignified crawling on his knees to the parking lot to get a stick out of a car. Or, when we asked him not to barf on the ice, but over the boards, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, thanks. Ahh, great attitude and good times, that's what it's all about!

A location switch was thrown in the mix this Saturday too. Sadly, warm weather decimated our usual, reliable home ice of Strachauer Park, in Edina. But, even with temperatures exceeding 40 degrees plus, our location change to Normandale Park proved to be an excellent alternative. The ice at Normandale Park was freshly flooded, hard, and awesome. What more do you want?

Now it's on to the CHAMPIONSHIP game! Augsburg Arena...we await your punishment.
The Big Fart F-er Hockey Trophy beckons your VICTOR!

Hockey Day...F-er Style

Commissar Patty
(The Commish)

There was a din of possibilities on the fringe about what people were planning for "Hockey Day in Minnesota" over the last week. I for one had not heard or grasped the meaning of the so called celebration until much later. In fact, one might say that in F-er Hockey Country, we celebrated it organically, naturally, the way hockey has always been meant to be played... outdoors.

In some ways, Hockey Day was a more meaningful celebration to those that played than even yours truly, (The Fearless Leader) had realized. After all, isn't a celebration something everyone generally acknowledges and sets aside some reflective time into, and make "Plans" to participate? When people say..."Hey Commish... did you celebrate Hockey Day in Minnesota?" Perplexed and confused at such an audacious question, I simply reply on behalf of all the F-er Hockey players..."Celebrate?" "F-that, I lived it!"

In the end what do we all remember about Hockey Day... 14 players having fun, making shots, scoring goals, and eating AWESOME donuts.

The Full Meal Deal

Commissar Patty
(The Commish)

What's that old Jiminy Cricket song about "Wishing upon a star, something, something," huh? Well, I don't remember, and I don't care quite frankly, it's a stupid analogy. All I know, is this kid went to the BK and ordered up a value meal with the super size fries and some extra sauce...I call it the "Full Meal Deal." And don't tell me, you weren't full when you were done playing...cuz I was SICK! Sick on being full.

This Saturday, F-er Hockey did not disappoint – not by a long shot. It was excellent. We had perfect weather and perfect numbers – which was a break through from our earlier and colder games of the year indeed. I'm not going to lie to you, at least not much – it did have me worried a little bit not having some critical big the number games earlier, but my faith in the F-er Hockey commitment revealed itself with generous velocity this last weekend. Not to mention a nice infusion of new players of spunk and generation to boot, I might add.

Now, I hate to dampen down on a pretty good time...being Mister Positive Ultra Vixen I am – but Debbie Downer (that nag that she is) says... "Gentlemen, we are in a critical, and precarious state of PUNCTUALITY!" Of course your Fearless Leader is not without blame in this matter, showing up late after taking a desperate and crucial pit-top (need not elaborate)... But, good golly BOYZ, we were DANGEROUSLY close to losing our coveted "Home Ice," to hockey strangers of an unknown and a potentially unsavory kind! When I walked into the parking lot of Strachauer Park, happy go lucky and carefree, and coming upon unfamiliar fellas – chatting about a "game" already being played (on our rink) – a cold and foreboding, poltergeist like shroud covered my laissez-faire demeanor. I was SCARED! So what do guys like us, playing at place like this need to do about it....well? Well? Okay...so...yeah...you know...do something...and stuff...like I said...okay. Get there earlier! So other guys don't take our ice dammit. Geez. Remember, it is important to arrive before 7:45 am, with an 8:00 am puck drop – sharp. Like He-Man "Master of the Universe" says..."By the POWER of GREYSKULL!...be there a little earlier next time."

And Bill West brought delicious donuts. Thanks Bill.