"Take a knee!" Coach Hitch yelled
"All right", he continuted, "I've been doing my homework on the Queens. I'm not gonna lie, they're good. The way the wiped your faces in the dirt last night was no fluke. So if you want your pride back, you better be willing to work."
"There's nothing glamorous about it. In the pros, we call it blue collar hockey. Now there's one thing the Queens do very well. They're vultures around the net. They pick up every piece of loose trash. That's how they beat you. Not with the first shot, the second and third. They bang in the junk. So if you wanna win, you're going to have to pick up the trash."
To prove his point he lifted the trash can that had been resting in front of him. He dumped all of the trash and it fell to the ice. The smell was nauseating as I buried my head into my glove to block it out. All the guys started laughing and coughing... making vomiting sounds
"Now, now let's save that for defense, because we're"- they interrupted Coach's speech.
"Picking up the trash!" They yelled back and Coach nodded and whistled.
The Blues got over their fear of trash as they had to block it and keep the net area clean. Coach literally made them dive into it, and they all did, some against their will of course.
When they met the Queens on Friday night, the Blues saw the Queens for what they were - TRASH, and effortlessly brought a win back to the fans and fought hard Monday night to WIN THE CUP!!!
Wha... what? Yeah boss.. I was sleeping at my desk. Late Playoff game again last night.
No. They lost.
Yes, the blue streaks in my hair are staying until the last game is played.
Right.. Get back to work.
Let's Go Blues!!