Walski Gets Yanked
This is yet another game that is lost a bit in memory for two factors: A) I've been to two other hockey games since this one was played and B) It wasn't that good of a game. You won't hear complaints from me, however. After being forced to be the subservient and abused little sister of the Bismarck Bobcats (also referred to as their "bitch") almost all of last season, a win against them is sweet. And a blowout win is extra sweet.
But this one wasn't overly great, especially for a Bismarck game. Sure, it was ruler night and I did get a pretty sweet measuring device out of the deal. But I was at the game with only one another person and he was sick, so that hampered the group atmosphere. I also bumped into an old classmate which gave me a diversion from the blowout, but also took my mind off the game for awhile. None of this is shaping up to be prime game-watching conditions.
Another thing also finally came back to bite the Jets on this particular evening. With the area colleges in the middle of their break, very few of the collegians were still around to come to the games. Few of them still would drive from home like we did to catch the game. Subsequently, the crowd was half of what was there for the Minnesota game. The ones that were there were very excited and exuberant, but they still only brought the spirit score to:
With the Pounder brightening someone else's day and a smaller crowd in the house, there's no way that number could have gotten higher on this evening.
The player who scored slips my mind, but there was a puck that got through rival Bismarck goalie Aaron Walski and was creeping across the goal line when the light (correctly) went on. Walski then grabbed the puck and flew off the handle, shaking his head at the goal judge, the referees, and his slow left hand for not stopping the puck and subsequently forcing him to try and cheat. Because of this, frustration settled in on this guy who in the past had been beaten by the Jets about as many times as Matlock has lost a trial.
The goals kept coming, we kept cheering, and finally Walski, with cartoon mushroom clouds coming out of his ears added for effect, was yanked. The Jets continued their dominance finishing the game with a 7-2 win but sadly, decided not to fight anyone. I'm not sure if everyone was in the Christmas spirit or what the problem was, but fans of blowout hockey have come to expect two gentlemen formally introducing themselves.
It might just be a direct result of Bismarck sucking horribly this year, but there were a dearth of Bobcat fans there this night. I understand that it is the holiday season and they might have been busy, but these people would have driven their fan bus with their feet a la Fred Flintstone last year to make it to a game. Of course it's always easier to be fans of a winner and they were the Borne Cup Champions last season, or as I like to call them, The Totally Ultimate Supreme Hockey Playing Champions of the North Americas.
Of course the wild card in this whole thing might be the fact that the Coliseum crowd is now powerful enough to drown out their old, annoying legion of fanatics. In fact, there are some elite vocal regulars showing up in the detox section that I would put up against anyone else's drunk loud guys.
It would make for some great matchups to see this year's Jets crowd versus last year's Bismarck crowd. That's why it sucks that Bismarck is terrible this year.
Wait a minute, that doesn't suck at all. Good for them. Haha.