After that game was over, Pat came over once he learned we were from Syracuse, I guess he went to W. Genesee Highschool and he knew some girl that my friend Matt knew. Anyhow we all were talking with him and somebody suggested that he go get us some beer...So with a mission in his hand he left to find a ride. At about 1/2 time of our second game, we were loosing misserably to Colgate, (one of their defensemen went to BG) Pat shows up with a case of beast Ice and procalaims its on the house, so most of us sat down with a frosty one (we emtied the ice in the big Gatorade tank into the box to keep 'em cold. Pat, in the meantime is yucking up with the refs, dodging the public safety jeeps, and trying to shoot the ball into the net. Then he realizes that he has access to some equipment and runs off to suit up...we never see the phenomenon called Drunk Pat again.
So anyway our offense sucks... The ball is gerenally in the midfeild the whole time because we cant catch and throw with any consistency, I caught a buddy pass to backside revert 360 kick flip, to poke check in the neck from a slide with a late dish, which got stuffed on the shot, so now I have a huge cut on my neck. I also got on the wrong side of the"save of the century " ...On a botched clear, the goalie, out of the net, somewhere behind the cage, loses the ball...I get a dish while standing on the crease and quick stick it in...but wait...the ball mysteriously bounced off the invisible protective force field of the goal....and then I got knocked the fuck over....the goalie...who was like down and out...had dove into the crease, saved my shot, and put me on my ass.....damn...to make matters worse I only got one assist in two games (runn