Last night's (tonight's?) game was ripe with frustration, but not because I couldn't score or anything like that. Again, the issue was that I got absolutely no protection from the ref, aside from an extremely blatant foul that fortunately was called. It got to the point, where around one of their players who was particularly disgruntled, I had to brace myself against the boards because I knew he was coming for blood.
Earlier in the game, that same guy fouled me by basically hip checking me into the boards as I beat him. He had some great rationale, as seen in this post's title. Because of this, I was more focused with playing with force than finesse. Fortunately, that was the only time where I got knocked to the ground. Most of the other fouls were subtle elbows to knock me off my center of balance, and when I grazed by a guy (who I beat quite quickly) to get position, I got called.
In spite of my gripes, I was told I had a good game. I was tenacious, particularly at the end of the game, because I was focused on just getting a bloody goal to make it all seem worth it. I neglected this because of better passing options, which were fruitless. I don't feel particularly as though the game I had played was good, because I wasn't able to beat people like I had in the previous couple of matches. In part, this was because I got fouled off the ball early and often, and so it made me more reserved about going crazy with the run-ups. Also, the ball didn't come to me as much as I'd have liked, so the opportunities were limited. Perhaps a teammate's logic had the best impact on what I should do, (though he was probably trying to impress his new girlfriend); "I shot it because we were up four one and I hadn't got a shot all game".
Maybe I should shoot instead of passing to him next time. After all, with most teams, three-on-ones or three-on-a-goalie results in a goal.
In spite of my particular bad luck in getting passes that could give me any scoring opportunity, we still won 4-1. Perhaps, like last game, it was the line I was on, or perhaps they just guarded themselves from counterattacks very well.
Whatever the problem, I'm excited for the weekend, sans a couple essays that have been nagging to be done for a while now.
Also, as an aside, that moron fucked up my knee, it feels pretty tender.
Earlier in the game, that same guy fouled me by basically hip checking me into the boards as I beat him. He had some great rationale, as seen in this post's title. Because of this, I was more focused with playing with force than finesse. Fortunately, that was the only time where I got knocked to the ground. Most of the other fouls were subtle elbows to knock me off my center of balance, and when I grazed by a guy (who I beat quite quickly) to get position, I got called.
In spite of my gripes, I was told I had a good game. I was tenacious, particularly at the end of the game, because I was focused on just getting a bloody goal to make it all seem worth it. I neglected this because of better passing options, which were fruitless. I don't feel particularly as though the game I had played was good, because I wasn't able to beat people like I had in the previous couple of matches. In part, this was because I got fouled off the ball early and often, and so it made me more reserved about going crazy with the run-ups. Also, the ball didn't come to me as much as I'd have liked, so the opportunities were limited. Perhaps a teammate's logic had the best impact on what I should do, (though he was probably trying to impress his new girlfriend); "I shot it because we were up four one and I hadn't got a shot all game".
Maybe I should shoot instead of passing to him next time. After all, with most teams, three-on-ones or three-on-a-goalie results in a goal.
In spite of my particular bad luck in getting passes that could give me any scoring opportunity, we still won 4-1. Perhaps, like last game, it was the line I was on, or perhaps they just guarded themselves from counterattacks very well.
Whatever the problem, I'm excited for the weekend, sans a couple essays that have been nagging to be done for a while now.
Also, as an aside, that moron fucked up my knee, it feels pretty tender.
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"What are you talking about?! I won the ball! It's right there!"
My mistake. I'll leave it as it is though, even though I like the actual quote better.
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