Saturday.
It felt like I hadn’t played Mike in a long time. Stupid Mike.
Anyway… Mike, Q, and I showed up to the ‘ol BZ for some air hockey action. I met Q at the change machine. I had a feeling he’d be there. I didn’t get a reply from when I texted him letting him know that I and Mike would be there… but I had that feeling. The man is hooked. I shared a quick story about the times I’ve been running a little late to air hockey and getting stuck in traffic… and how it made me angry. I feel like I know what Q is going through… wanting to get better… getting some success, but still not being good enough. Being blown away at how complicated the game can get. Laughing at how stupid someone is for getting faked out, thinking nobody could be that dumb… then going out there and moving that mallet even though you *know* what shot is coming. The physical part is really important early on… but it’s the mental part that makes the game addictive.
Playing a set against Mike and losing 4-0 was pretty frustrating. Y’know, since all but one game went to 6-6. That… and it’s Mike. Stupid Mike. The worst part was that he was playing stupid, and bad defense… and it didn’t seem to matter. Even worse, is that I know what it takes to beat him… and that is being accurate with my shots… and hitting the corner of the goal instead of trying to fake him out. It doesn’t work – because Mike uses a false rail defense. Mark’s shots against him at IL State were accurate.. they weren’t fancy.. just accurate. I beat Mike when my accuracy is good. It also drove me a little nutty because I should have been able to block his lwu better. Too many of his goals didn’t come in with a lot of heat… and I let too many go past. It wasn’t like he was blowing me out of the water… a tiny edge would have meant the difference.
Afterwards, the little smartass shrugged it off like it was no big deal to him to win. He was going off about how he beat Goran 4-1, and that he’s better than him, now. Simple as that. I had to look up the data… holy shit, Mike has beaten Goran 3 times out of the last 6. I had to go back to May to where Goran beat Mike consistently. This is very interesting.
I mean.. certainly, Mike turned some heads in Houston. Billy said a year ago, Mike may not have been in the top 10 IL air hockey players (I can’t remember exactly)… which is a pretty dramatic change. Could Mike be the next great player coming out of IL? Can he supplant Goran as the definitive #2 guy behind Billy? I think a challenge match is in order.
Shit. Just for giggles.
Ok.. so then Mike, Q, and I played a version of ‘winner stays’… where, instead of someone waiting a full game – we reduced it to a point. So, when you got scored on – the third would jump in. It was great in that you played both sides of the table.. you didn’t get a lot of time with just one person for very long… and we just played and played and played. All of us very active and not sitting around much. It took me awhile to even think to count how many people I sat down.. and then Mike made a rule that once someone goes 7 in a row, we’d end the game. I didn’t think this would happen, actually… but we were going to need *some* way for us to know when to stop. (It really creates one of those – just “one more point” kind of syndromes) Both Mike and I got to 6 points and faced Q… who managed to sneak one past us… and kept the game going. Then, since we had been playing solid for over an hour (maybe closer to 2)… we changed the rule again, such that the person who scores – gets possession after each score. We played like this for awhile.. and Mike started to fade. Instead of y’know… saying, “hey guys – I’m done…” he instead got very lax with his defense when he was up… so long as it wasn’t the final point. When I faced Mike after 6.. I knew he’d give me his best. I shot a pretty hard left wall over, and it sunk right off the bat. I saved that shot for him.
Now.. if one were to read that liberal-biased, non-fact checking blog (http://pucksnmallets.wordpress.com/), you would have read that Mike won this little pissing contest… but that would be wrong. I don’t know where Mr. Q got his journalism degree from, but it wasn’t the fancy, correspondence-only school of Burundi, where myself and my dog, Zoe got our degrees from (y’know, I’ve never been able to find that place on a map… I’m assured the campus is “amazing”, though).
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