Thursday, December 21, 2023

Xmas Daver? Champs of fall comes to an end...

The bitter chill of the winter's eve hung in the air as the Schlidavers annual pre-Christmas hockey game commenced at the Canton Ice House. Among the myriad players on the frosty rink, one family stood out—the Sharfmans of Foxboro, Massachusetts, a dynasty in the world of hockey.

Nelson Sharfman, the versatile patriarch of the family, was a force to be reckoned with. Equally adept at playing forward and goalie, his skill set was as unpredictable as the New England weather. Taylor, the dynamic son, played defense with the finesse of a forward, dazzling spectators with his lightning-fast moves and pinpoint accuracy. Skylar, the athletic daughter, brought a different kind of energy to the ice, her agility and determination setting her apart. And overseeing it all was Gretchen, the matriarch, whose strategic mind and unyielding support held the family together.

For years, the Sharfmans had dreamt of taking the ice together as a family, and on the evening of December 20, 2023, that dream became a reality. Clad in their dark jerseys, they formed a formidable lineup against the opposing white team.

The first two periods were a whirlwind of fast-paced action, with neither side giving an inch. The score stood deadlocked at 2-2, and that's when Nelson and Gretchen, the anchors of the family, decided it was time to assert their dominance.

"We're a better family than this," declared Nelson, a glint of determination in his eyes.

The third period began, and the Sharfmans unleashed their secret weapon—Skylar. The athletic daughter, whose skills surpassed even her family's high expectations, took the game by storm. She maneuvered through the opposition with finesse, leaving defenders in her wake.

The goals came in rapid succession—top shelf, a wicked wrist shot from the slot, and an insurance goal that added icing to the proverbial cake. The dark team's offensive onslaught left the white team dazed and confused, their heads spinning in disbelief.

Coach Moorachian, the frustrated coach of the white team, tried to motivate his players with a mix of encouragement and fervent yelling, but nothing could stem the Sharfman tide.

In the end, the final buzzer sounded with the dark team emerging victorious with a score of 5-2. The Sharfmans had not only won the game but had created a spectacle that would go down in history as one of the greatest displays of family bonding on the ice.

As they skated off the rink, the Sharfmans embraced, their smiles shining through the frosty air. It wasn't just a victory on the scoreboard; it was a triumph of family unity, determination, and the unbreakable bonds forged on the icy battleground of the Canton Ice House. The Schlidavers annual pre-Christmas game of 2023 would forever be etched in the memories of the Sharfman family and all who witnessed the extraordinary display of teamwork and familial love.

Sunday, December 10, 2023

Champs of Fall - WinterDaveurs A tale of Wednesday night

In the frosty halls of the Schlidavers men's D-level hockey league, a team of seasoned warriors took to the ice. With their robust bellies, shining bald heads, and a collection of skaters whose ankles defied conventional wisdom, the Schlidavers were a sight to behold.

In a game where strategy was as elusive as their youthful days, the players had mastered the art of slapping the puck up the ice, hoping for the sweet sound of an icing call that signaled a merciful change in the lineup. Shift lengths varied wildly, with some players clinging to the ice for a marathon 5 minutes, fueled by sheer determination—or perhaps forgetfulness.

The glory days of skilled players had become distant memories, as they departed for the allure of the greener pastures known as the Ice Holes. A bitter rivalry brewed between the Schlidavers and their former stars, culminating in a heated brawl during their last encounter.

Passing was a foreign concept, deemed unnecessary in the grand scheme of their strategic masterpiece. Instead, the puck met the brute force of slaps, careening up the ice like a runaway train. Goals were scarce, precious gems in a sea of missed opportunities. Savoring a goal became an art form, with celebrations echoing the triumphs of ages past.

The Schlidavers' journey through the D-level hockey league was a testament to resilience, camaraderie, and the sheer joy of the game—played with a unique flair that only this ragtag team could muster.

- Eric Bauer