I THINK SOMEONE “HAS A SMALL ONE”

The night starts out with great anticipation of the chance to go all the way and bring home the Weevil Cup. Several Weevils were discussing the possibility of playing Eye Care Center for the championship. But the mood changes as there was plenty of space in the locker room, Pee Slow even had a whole bench to himself. Only 7 ½ team members showed up to the game, even though 11 Weevils said they were in. There must have been free beer offered somewhere else.
Before we took the ice, Mad Cow notices that he forgot his gloves at home and had to supplement his outfit with a pair of pink gloves from the lost and found box in the lobby. And due to the fact that Zarby brought his girlfriend to the game, Pee Slow was finally out of the locker room on time for the warm up. The scantily clad lines were made as Diddle tried to match up the best pairs, but gave up and decided to run 3 defense and 5 cycling offensive skaters. Knowing ahead of time that Sattora-San was going to be mifted at the incongruency of the lines and lack of passing.
The first period was littered with big hits from the Rangers and no calls on any of their penalties. They also got a lucky poke in goal while Pee Slow dazily looked around for the hidden puck. But from then on out, Pee was standing on his head to keep us in the game. Pinna fires back with an individual effort and rockets one high stick side to tie the game at 1 goal apiece. Several more hits, no calls, and Myze penalties kept our short bench on edge and very tired.
In the second period, goliath in the number 4 jersey, kept gooning around and getting away with murder until he stood in front of our net with Diddle strapped to his side. Noticing the refs were not looking, Diddle took the opportunity to send goliath over the edge by sucker punching him in the face. This set him off and started a barrage of punches and hammer fists to the back and neck of Diddle as he tried to look as innocent as possible, hoping to get goliath kicked out of the game. But low and behold, all 4’9” of Pee Slow decides to climb Mt. Goliath and proceeds to pummel him in attempts to cancel out the penalty that Diddle worked and sacrificed so hard to get.
After many penalty kills (Myze) and several bruises, the Weevils call a time out with 5 minutes left in the third period. Mad Cow saunters over to the bench and leans against the door to relax his aching udders. But the door was not latched and he fell through with the weight and momentum of a falling Calf after being mutilated by aliens and dumped back in the pasture from their UFO. This time out did help a little as the Weevils mounted an attack that would have put the Eye Care in their place as shots were peppered all over the goalie for the last 2 minutes of the game. Too bad we didn’t pass a lick or we would have had the minder moving side to side and definitely decimated his demurring defense. The game ends in a tie and has to go to a shoot out. What happened to overtime? I mean it was already Wednesday, what is an extra 5 minutes?
In the shoot out, Teno tries his patented swoop and scoop to no avail as he scoops it right into the chest of the minder. Zarby had the best attempt but lost the puck after he had the goalie beat straight up. And Pinna was under too much pressure with a do or die shot which was blocked with ease. It would have been nice to have at least 1 full line, but I guess that is not the spirit of 8 of the guys on our team, who could not break themselves away from the free beer fest that was going on down the street.
After the game all but three key Weevils left, even Sattora took his ball and went home. Teno, Diddle and Cow stayed until the cows came home, or rather the pigs as we were kicked out of the parking lot again by the police as we were watching the sunrise. Some Weevils will never give up, where can I find more guys like that?
Well, good season overall, we had a bunch of fun and consumed over 650 beers in the parking lot all season long. I have to give it up to the guys that stepped up this year to add great spirit and helpful opinions and critique. I also want to award the Golden Weevil to a great guy who showed fortitude and strength, made every game, and was down right the most invested Weevil all year.
Sattora San!



Chris all your hard worked has finally paid off. The golden Weevil award. When is the dinner I’ll flt down to be by your side!
Love
Dad
There’s no dinner associated with the award. How it works is we all gather at the rink and then pull him through town to the Wendy’s drive-thru in a rickshaw. He gets his choice of kid’s meals….I would suggest the Boys Husky Chicken Nugget Meal for Sattora. Then we pull him back to the rink where we shave him down (that might take a few hours) and paint him Weevil Maroon. Sorry, but it’s tradition.
LOL
somebody pick me up a Biggie fry on the way through please…I’m jonesin’. Good job Sattora-SAN-You earned it. Must be in the genes.
Good Job Sattora!
Musta been the Peanut comment that got ya over the top!