Breakfast Club: Thursday Update

And now for the Thursday report...

Twelve skaters were on the ice, 15 percent of which were X chromosone-only (you boys have both an X and a Y if you don't recall your high school biology). We started with country music (or is it moooo-zik?) and ended with DougFM, so the channel changing plot thickens. I didn't quiz Jesse or Joe, but Geoff admitted to liking country last week and he wasn't on the ice this morning, so I will leave it to the CSI: Hockey Squad to put together the evidence before I convene the grand jury for the show-cause hearing.

Oh, yeah, hockey skills. We did some of that, too.

Passing and shooting. Shooting and passing. Like as if it should be that hard, then what was our excuse for so many wild pitches and whiffs? But let's ignore the errors and focus on the victories. Like, hey, Jesse, I think I understand the mechanics of that doggoned wrist shot. It may not show yet, but in my mind I'm blasting holes in cinderblocks now that you tell me driving my hip toward the floor gives my shot that little extra oomph. Oomph on, oh chickie-san, and soon you too will be a master of the dark arts.

And Joe, ever the diplomat, politely reminded us that a passing drill inherently involves passing the puck, as opposed to just getting rid of the puck in that-there general direction and hoping that the right guy finds it. And also for your consideration, bear in mind that it's difficult for me to pass it where you'd like it if your stick is up at your hips. What's that? Maybe you'd like me to send you a nice brick-crushing wrist shot at you, hip level? Hmmm sounds like someone has issues :) So let's keep your head up and those eyes on the goal.