I moved to the city I live in back in 2006, and played goal for a new team in our rec league. The core group were all friends, and the captain thought he and his buddies were waaaaay better than they actually were. Our first two games we lost 17-0 and 19-1 to last year’s top two squads.
In those two games I counted only seven times in total we even got the puck over the other team’s blue line.
An hour after the second game I get a phone call. Not from our captain. From the captain’s MOTHER. Cutting me.
Another team picked me up, and when we played that team and shook hands afterward I looked him dead in the eye and said “say hi to your mom for me. I miss talking to her.” I held his hand in a death grip for a second, just long enough for him to lose his mind and want to fight me. Cooler heads prevailed, but his team didn’t even finish out the season. He blamed everything and anything except his own lack of skill.
Most effed up thing that ever happened to me in hockey was being cut by someone’s Mom.