Man you guys are SOLID hockey dudes!
I remember one grueling soccer match in my adult league, where a particularly tall opponent (he was probably at least 5'7" if not taller) looked at me sort of sternly. So I dove to the ground, writhing around holding my ankle in tremendous pain.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the ref wasn't looking so I gave it my best Jamie Lee Curtis blood-curdling scream to get his attention. Sure enough, the ref blows the whistle and comes running over and asked if I was okay. I placed my hand over my face to really emphasize my pain, and then pointed at the tall guy and whimpered, " ... that ... bastard". The ref went over to the AR (sideline ref), they shrugged their shoulders and called the foul.
So I hopped right up, told my boys I was taking the kick, and smashed it upper ninety to seal the game.
I remember one grueling soccer match in my adult league, where a particularly tall opponent (he was probably at least 5'7" if not taller) looked at me sort of sternly. So I dove to the ground, writhing around holding my ankle in tremendous pain.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the ref wasn't looking so I gave it my best Jamie Lee Curtis blood-curdling scream to get his attention. Sure enough, the ref blows the whistle and comes running over and asked if I was okay. I placed my hand over my face to really emphasize my pain, and then pointed at the tall guy and whimpered, " ... that ... bastard". The ref went over to the AR (sideline ref), they shrugged their shoulders and called the foul.
So I hopped right up, told my boys I was taking the kick, and smashed it upper ninety to seal the game.
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