BC: Election Hangover

Hey! I didn't realize it until last night. We're wearing RED and BLUE jerseys this session. Did you do that on purpose, Lyle? Far be it from me to question that man's motivations. And while I believe I have a unique foreign relations perspective, considering that I see Canada from my beer fridge every night at home, I will not sink to a campaign of fear by pointing out that there was not any good ol' American music piping into the locker rooms this morning. No, I will not do that, unlike my opponents who will hook and trip and pull every dirty play in the book. In a show of bipartisan unity, I won't bring any of this up again. Well, except I will point out that Courtney was the lone representative of the Green Party at this morning's skate. But Lyle made her pretend to be red. Not like I can talk; I swapped my blue for a red toward the end. Ah, but I digress...



We did some passing in passing. Actually, we did more than just a passing amount of passing, we did a lot. Give 'n go's, one touches, bing bing bing. We went straight from the stretching into two groups, one group warming up the goalie with some two-lane shots while the other group worked on passing. Passing with your top hand only, then keeping that same distance from your rib cage when you add that lower hand. It ain't as easy as it should be. I guess that's why we call this practice, eh? Meanwhile, the two-lane shooters were warming up the goalie while also purportedly working on our stick-handling and deaking.



The second set of drills was likewise divided into ends, with the one end doing some passing to and within the center circle while the passer and his/her partner skated up the boards, stop + crossover start back, take the pass, and two-on-oh! at the goalie. The other end was working on quick release shots with a partner. Which, hey, by the way, Lyle, when I signed that injury waiver form, I never dreamed I would have to stand at the boards while Randy let lose his wrist shots at me. I felt like one of those wild west gunslingers where someone is shooting at my feet and telling me to 'dance!'.



We closed with a little zone game. The blues versus the reds (this is where Courtney's green became an honorary red, and where I doffed my blue and donned a red). Two roamers each, and three stationary players each. Change of possession required a pass out to one of the stationary players, strategically located at the point, down low and at the opposing hash marks. More or less keep-away plus setting up the shots.



A good sweat was had by all. Except Kirk, of course, who tried to sneak out early without being noticed. But we have proof that he was there, seeing as Courtney was clicking away with the ol' Nikon. I sure hope she got a good shot of me with my head up and my eyes on the goal...