Crotch Sharks Vs. NYR: A Tale of victory and punishment.
By moojuice
The game started just as any other, with both teams taking to the ice and the benches. All signs indicated that this would be a great, fun, fast pace game. The ice was smooth, the beers were cold, and players from both sides took their respective positions as the crowd cheered. The signs were wrong.
As the referee approached the face off dot, a foul odor hit the air. As the puck left the referee's hand, the source of the foul odor became apparent.
No, Palin and Lohan remembered to shower. And Russel washed his hands when he was done. Anaya looked around and spotted it. The NYR's left winger, #14 reeked of 99 Glitch. He was fast, and he was nimble. But that would be the cause of his demise. The Crotch Sharks quickly caught scent of the fish, and they set their sights. #14 became a marked man.
And they were relentless.
As NYR won the opening faceoff, they slowly worked into the Crotch Shark's zone. Seeing an opening in the slot, #14 quickly began to skate from the wing to the center. Russel would have none of that. He quickly steped in front of #14, but #14 kept skating forward. "Fine, if thats how you want it," said Russel. Both of Russels fists pierced through the air, straight into #14's shoulders, driving in stright into the ice. The crowd cringed, but still keys their eyes on the action as the Crotch Sharks cleared the puck from their zone.
Play continued as normal. Normal for everyone but #14. Whenever he was in striking range, which was nearly every second, a Crotch Shark would zero in on his prey. Anaya hit him along the boards, Palin and Lohan threw elbows, while Russel just dominated.
Though the Crotch sharks payed for their physical play through power plays, they made up for it by checking #14 every chance they got, effectively removing him from truly playing the game.
At the end of the 1st, the Crotch Sharks took a bite ou of NYR as a team. They worked the puck deep into he NYR corner as the timer counted down from the last minute. As the puck was poked loose in the corner, a NYR player pick the puck and attempted to clear the puck. Lohan stopped the puck at the point, and fed it to Russel. Russel blindly backhanded the puck from the high left slot.
Time slowed as the puck flew undisturbed towards the goalie. After what seemed like an eternity, the puck made it to the goalie. It his him in the right shoulder. As the crowd began to groan in disapointment, they saw that the puck was not stopped. In fact, the puck had continued to travel towards the goal in a knucle puck fashion. As fast as it began, it ended. The puck hit the white strings of the net, and the horn sounded off. 0.9 seconds remained after Russel's goal. Not only was #14 getting pummeled, but NYR gave up a last second goal going into the locker room. The Crotch Sharks cheered, entering their own locker with both the lead and the momentum.
THe second period continued much like the second; #14 was on his back most of the time, and members of the Crotch Sharks spent time in the penalty box. #14 was rendered completly ineffective. He looked more like an ice rink decoration than a hockey player. It is a sad story, when a player with all the power in the world is reduced to nothing by four determined Crotch Sharks.
As the end of the second approached, #14 had enough. #14 and Russel had a few words, and the gloves came off. #9 of the NYR would have none of that though. Before #14 and Russel could do the bare knuckle dance, #9 took #14's spot. "Enough is enough!" said #9. You've been hitting #14 all night, and now you'll deal with me! It made no difference to Russel. Two hits was all it took to put #9 in his own little world. Both players would have to wait until the third to set foor on the ice again.
The seconded period was uneventful after that, and quickly ended. Again, the Crotch Sharks went into the locker room with the lead, but this time had even more momentum. They accumulated exactly 80 hits in the first two periods, with over 95% of those on #14.
The Crotch Sharks showed no mercy in the third. There was only one way for #14 to avoid their hits: stay down on the ice. As the puck dropped at the begining of the third, #14 was pushed to the ground. Her got up, and was hit to the ground again. He skated over the center ice line, and was immediately hit. He crossed the blue line into the Crotch Shark's zone, and was immediatly greeted by Palins elbow. As soon as #14 got back up, he was hit again by Anaya. Lohan showed #14 the door by checking him into the boards and out of their zone.
This continued throughout the third as well, and the Sharks Maintained their lead. When all was said and done, the Crotch Sharks emerged victorious. They compiled 130 hits in those 60 minutes of action. Or in #14's case, 60 minutes of hell. #14 went home with icepacks all over his body. The Crotch Sharks celebrated as the parted ways that night. They know that night as the night they beat the 99 glitcher.
~fine