And how do goalies get into it with each other in the first place. Besides one of them usually being busy, isn't it tough to actually antagonize each other that far apart? I'll hang up and listen for my answers....
Oh yeah - if Hanrahan's wife is a dyke, does that make him a fag?
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This is how it went down: mid-'80s, Merrimack Valley Conference (high school) game going down to the wire; we were a goal up and the other team was pressing us big time, pinning us back in our own zone. I had one or two forwards parked in my crease for what seemed like hours, and this was back in the days where we goalies could give them rear knee chops to clear 'em out.
Less than a minute in the third; puck goes to the point, I come out appropriately, this a-hole practically backs into me, so I get down low to cover the angle, and with my waffle, I take the bastard down, Old School Style. He yard sales all over the ice, gets up, feels like taking me on, and the refs break us up.
I get the slash; since there's about 25 seconds left in the period, the zebra tells me I have to go to the box. I look at him, incredulous, and as I skate over to the box, my coach is pitching a fit. Big conference. They let my back-up come in, and me and one of my teammates go to the box.
Face off in our zone, we win it, and scotch the game.
So no, I didn't get to bust out of the box like Terry O., but now I've got my own little piece of MVC lore . . .
And how do goalies get into it with each other in the first place. Besides one of them usually being busy, isn't it tough to actually antagonize each other that far apart? I'll hang up and listen for my answers....
Honestly, that is something I have never understood. I always considered the other team's goalie as a brother-in-arms. How the hell could I get mad enough at another goalie to fight him? I've fought plenty of forwards/defensemen, though.
Oh yeah - if Hanrahan's wife is a dyke, does that make him a fag?
"I'm gonna open up my robe, and wiggle my d*ck . . ." Best sports movie ever.