Crimes of Omission

Its been a while since I wrote about our hockey, Jerusalem Pizza. And its not because we stopped playing. Rather, its because we stopped playing well.

Losing is a bitch, and reliving it again and again is overly counter productive. But when every agonizng step I take reminds me of last nights games, well, maybe its time to blog about it.

In "My Losing Season," Pat Conroy writes that even though more people write about winners and winning, you learn more about yourself and your team from the losing seasons.

I usually take Conrack at his word, although the lessons we are learning aren't all that life changing. Sure, we find out who the character guys are, who the guys are who are out there giving 100% even when the game is out of hand, and we see who decides to skip a game for some bizarre personal reason.

We switched leagues for the fall, because our old league played on Wednesday nights and that had too much Yom Tov conflict. Last night we played a team that looked like an all star team from Joe Dumars league. They had top players from Joe Ds playing on one team, and the bottom line was, we played with them strong for two periods.

After two, we trailed 5-2, and then the wheels came off. We gave up 5 goals in the first four minutues of the third periodand they mercied us, 10-2.

Lesson 1: Ten overweight, over thirty, out of shape jewish guys are going to have a hard time competing with ten in shape twenty and thirty somethings every day of the week.

Lesson 2: Losing blows.