Aglar
05-24-2003, 08:38 PM
I'm on a rookie team, but we practice every weekend against local am and nov teams, figuring if we keep getting stomped sooner or later we'll learn a thing or two. Works pretty well.
Anyway, in this one game I was playing back (which I never do, frontman forever), and the game had already gone to hell. We were down to two players (myself included), and the other team had four (5 on 5). I was back left, the other guy on my team back right. I figured we'd cross it up and hope for the best, so I was shooting to the right, leaving my left side open. Apparently the other guy on my team didn't understand the concept, and was also shooting right, meaning the left tape was completely unprotected. Anyway, next thing I know a player from the other team is literally standing right next to me. At this pont I get to what the post is actually about..
It all seemed to happen so slowly, but in reality it was a second or two. I caught sight of him out of the corner of my eye, half turned, and in what seemed like slow motion looked down at his marker, down the length of his barrel, saw him shoot, and watched the ball as it left the barrel and followed it to my arm.
Probably doesn't seem like much, it's kind of hard to describe. Anyway, seemed very surreal at the time.
Anyway, in this one game I was playing back (which I never do, frontman forever), and the game had already gone to hell. We were down to two players (myself included), and the other team had four (5 on 5). I was back left, the other guy on my team back right. I figured we'd cross it up and hope for the best, so I was shooting to the right, leaving my left side open. Apparently the other guy on my team didn't understand the concept, and was also shooting right, meaning the left tape was completely unprotected. Anyway, next thing I know a player from the other team is literally standing right next to me. At this pont I get to what the post is actually about..
It all seemed to happen so slowly, but in reality it was a second or two. I caught sight of him out of the corner of my eye, half turned, and in what seemed like slow motion looked down at his marker, down the length of his barrel, saw him shoot, and watched the ball as it left the barrel and followed it to my arm.
Probably doesn't seem like much, it's kind of hard to describe. Anyway, seemed very surreal at the time.