I just finished my third week of recreational hockey. The goal in week #1 was to survive, and my modest goal in week #2 was to accept the fact I wasn't Mario Lemieux. Tonight, I wanted to score.
I don't remember scoring a single goal in my entire house league career. I played for several years at Swansea, and I'm pretty sure had I scored it would have been rather memorable. Going goalless my first two weeks meant I'm goalless in a lifetime of ice hockey. That's pretty remarkable. Tonight, I intended to break that streak of futility.
I actually scored twice twice tonight. The first was a breakaway as I faked to the back hand and slipped the puck in alongside the opposite post. It was pretty sweet because this was no garbage goal. I shaked and I baked.
The second goal was on a nice pass as I waited in the slot. I let go a nice little snap shot that bulged the twine. I actually think I'm getting the hang of this.
I have one more goal to accomplish, but more on that next Friday. For now, I'm basking in the glory of my two-goal effort and the demise of 34-year shutout streak.
