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WOMEN-IN-HOCKEY Digest 19
Topics covered in this issue include:
1) What's available on plaidworks.com
by chuq
2) Manon Rheaume
by email@hidden (Kim Yeoh)
3) Calif. State Finals report...
by email@hidden (Stormwind)
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Date: Tue, 20 Jun 1995 00:00:04 -0700
From: chuq
To: BASEBALL-CHAT, BAY-AREA-HOCKEY, CHICAGO-WOLVES, DALLAS-STARS, GIANTS,
Subject: What's available on plaidworks.com
Message-ID:
This copy of the document was posted on Tue Jun 20 00:00:03 PDT 1995
Last Update: June 18, 1995
[please note: some of these things are still under construction. Please
excuse the dust while we try to nail down all of the little details -- chuq]
This document describes the machines on plaidworks.com, what plaidworks.com
is all about, and the services available from the servers here.
This file is available in the following ways:
{as a link from this page}
E-mail: email@hidden
This document is posted to the mailing lists twice a month, on the 5th and
20th of the month.
+++++What is plaidworks.com?
Plaidworks.com is run by Laurie Sefton (email@hidden) and
Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden) to support Plaidworks, our
consulting work, as well as a place to house some of our hobby-related
internet work. If you want to find out more about our consulting
services, see our home page .
+++++What is available from plaidworks.com?
We run a number of different mailing lists, FTP archives and WWW pages off
of the plaidworks machines. This is a list of what's available and how to
access it.
For mailing lists, send ALL administrative requests to
"email@hidden". DO NOT SEND THEM TO THE LIST itself. You cannot
post to a list unless you're a subscriber.
For more information on using listproc, send E-mail to
"email@hidden". It will return you instructions and a
tutorial.
For a list of rules and ettiquette hints, send mail to
"email@hidden". ALL USERS of our services and mailing lists are
expected to read and abide by these rules. If you want to be rude, ignorant
or an idiot, you can do it somewhere else.
Individual/Server resources:
(server home page)
(chuq's home page)
(laurie's home page)
Hockey-related resources:
Bay-Area-Hockey
Purpose: discussion of Amateur Hockey in the S.F. Bay Area
Mail List: email@hidden
List Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE BAY-AREA-HOCKEY yourname
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE BAY-AREA-HOCKEY
For More info: email@hidden
FTP location:
WWW location:
WWW/FTP Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
Hockey-Chat
Purpose: General hockey discussion that doesn't fit elsewhere
Mail List: email@hidden
List Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE HOCKEY-CHAT yourname
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE HOCKEY-CHAT
For More info: email@hidden
FTP location:
WWW location:
WWW/FTP Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
HOCKEY-LIST-ADMINS
Purpose: Discussion among people who maintain Internet hockey
resources
Mail List: email@hidden
List Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
Subscribe message: Private list: email List Mom for access.
ROLLER-HOCKEY-INTL
Purpose: Discussion of the RHI league and teams
Mail List: email@hidden
List Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE ROLLER-HOCKEY-INTL yourname
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE ROLLER-HOCKEY-INTL
For More info: email@hidden
FTP location:
WWW location:
WWW/FTP Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
WOMEN-IN-HOCKEY
Purpose: Discussion of issues relating to women playing ice and
roller hockey.
Mail List: email@hidden
List Mom: Laurie Sefton (email@hidden)
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE WOMEN-IN-HOCKEY yourname
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE WOMEN-IN-HOCKEY
For More info: email@hidden
FTP location:
WWW location:
WWW/FTP Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
International Hockey League
Purpose: Discussion of the International Hockey League
Mail List: email@hidden
List Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE IHL yourname
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE IHL
For More info: email@hidden
FTP location:
WWW location:
WWW/FTP Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
IHL Team-Specific Lists
CHICAGO-WOLVES
Purpose: Discussion of the IHL's Chicago Wolves
Mail List: email@hidden
List Mom: Laurie Sefton (email@hidden)
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE CHICAGO-WOLVES yourname
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE CHICAGO-WOLVES
For More info: email@hidden
FTP location:
WWW location:
WWW/FTP Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
KS-BLADES
Purpose: Discussion of the IHL's Kansas City Blades
Mail List: email@hidden
List Mom: Laurie Sefton (email@hidden)
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE KS-BLADES yourname
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE KS-BLADES
For More info: email@hidden
FTP location:
WWW location:
WWW/FTP Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
PEORIA-RIVERMEN
Purpose: Discussion of the IHL's Peoria Rivermen
Mail List: email@hidden
List Mom: John Lamb (email@hidden)
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE PEORIA-RIVERMEN yourname
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE PEORIA-RIVERMEN
For More info: email@hidden
FTP location:
WWW location:
WWW/FTP Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
SF-SPIDERS
Purpose: Discussion of the IHL's San Francisco Spiders
Mail List: email@hidden
List Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE SF-SPIDERS yourname
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE SF-SPIDERS
For More info: email@hidden
FTP location:
WWW location:
WWW/FTP Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
National Hockey League
Mail List: none (see also hockey-chat)
FTP location:
WWW location:
WWW/FTP Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
NHL Team Specific Lists
DALLAS-STARS
Purpose: Discussion of the NHL's Dallas Stars
Mail List: email@hidden
List Mom: Laurie Sefton (email@hidden)
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE DALLAS-STARS yourname
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE DALLAS-STARS
For More info: email@hidden
FTP location:
WWW location:
WWW/FTP Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
SHARKS
SHARKS-CHAT
SHARKS-TICKETS
Purpose: Discussion of the NHL's San Jose Sharks
Mail List: sharks@plaidworks.com
More Mail List: email@hidden
Even More Mail List: email@hidden
List Mom: Laurie Sefton (email@hidden)
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE SHARKS yourname
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE SHARKS-CHAT yourname
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE SHARKS-TICKETS yourname
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE SHARKS
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE SHARKS-CHAT
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE SHARKS-TICKETS
For More info: email@hidden
FTP location:
WWW location:
WWW/FTP Mom: Mike Lamar (email@hidden)
Baseball-related resources:
BASEBALL-CHAT
Purpose: Discussion of baseball.
Mail List: email@hidden
List Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE BASEBALL-CHAT yourname
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE BASEBALL-CHAT
For More info: email@hidden
FTP location:
WWW location:
WWW/FTP Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
GIANTS
GIANTS-SCORES
GIANTS-TICKETS
Purpose: Discussion of the National League's SF Giants
Mail List: email@hidden
More Mail List: email@hidden
Even More Mail List: email@hidden
List Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE GIANTS yourname
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE GIANTS-SCORES yourname
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE GIANTS-TICKETS yourname
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE GIANTS
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE GIANTS-SCORES
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE GIANTS-TICKETS
For More info: email@hidden
FTP location:
WWW location:
WWW/FTP Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
MINORS
MINORS-SCORES
Purpose: Discussion of minor league baseball
Mail List: email@hidden
More Mail List: email@hidden
List Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE MINORS yourname
Subscribe message: SUBSCRIBE MINORS-SCORES yourname
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE MINORS
Unsubscribe message: UNSUBSCRIBE MINORS-scores
For More info: email@hidden
FTP location:
WWW location:
WWW/FTP Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
Miscellaneous Resources:
SFWA
Purpose: For discussion among members of the Science Fiction and
Fantasy Writers of America.
Mail List: email@hidden
List Mom: Chuq Von Rospach (email@hidden)
Subscribe message: Private List. Email List Mom for admission.
FTP/WWW locations: not yet available.
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Date: Tue, 20 Jun 1995 09:15:21 -0400
From: email@hidden (Kim Yeoh)
To: email@hidden
Subject: Manon Rheaume
Message-ID:
For those of you who were wondering what Manon Rheaume was up to, I saw a
short interview with her last night on ESPN2. She is (3rd) goalie for the
New Jersey Rockin' Rollers of the RHI. Just FYI...
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Date: Tue, 20 Jun 1995 14:29:41 -0700
From: email@hidden (Stormwind)
To: email@hidden
Subject: Calif. State Finals report...
Message-ID:
California State Senior Hockey Championships
The Hurricanes, from the Northern California Women's Hockey League, traveled
to Simi Valley this month to participate in the State Finals at the Easy
Street Arena. As their primary goalie, I got to participate as well, and
the following is my trip and game report on two of the three games we played.
>June 16
The team arrives in Simi Valley, sticks intact. After a 45 minute delay,
we are able to rent two vans, and between them and two trucks are able to
transport equipment and players to the Radison Hotel in Simi Valley. We
show up pretty late, and after everyone gets squared away the majority of
the team winds up at Denny's for a 1 am breakfast. To our horror, we discover
our rivals from the NCWHL, the Oilers, sitting on the other side of the
partition from us! No food is thrown, but the waiter reports to us that
*both* teams were trying to convince him to put something nasty in the other
team's food. One wag on our team offered the waiter $20 to put ExLax in
the Oiler's desserts; a second wag immediately ups the offer to $30. No
food is thrown; both teams escape unscathed.
I've been plagued all week long with PMS. Life plays a nasty trick on me,
and my period actually *arrives* today. This ultimately means I'm going to
be consuming Advil like mad in order to play through the pain, and it means
I'm going to be bloated as all hell the next day. I am NOT pleased, as it
means taking the edge of my performance and there's nothing I can do about it.
>June 17, Friday
There is an 11 am meeting in the coach's room to discuss strategy. On the
way up, 80% of the team (sans gear) manages to wedge itself into the elevator.
Someone starts talking about the previous evening's exploits of one or two
teammates. A few minutes later, someone else notices that it's taking an
*awfully* long time to get to the fourth floor. There is some nervous
giggling, and a minute later the elevator arrives. The doors refuse to open,
and ten seconds later the elevator is headed back *down*, considerably faster
than it went up. Half the team hastily disembarks on the ground floor, and
the rest of us discover that we've just broken the elevator.
1 pm, we arrive at the rink. It appears to be a new rink (most sections are
still under construction), and our locker room has neither water nor toilets,
forcing us to trot the entire length of the building. Everyone on the team
is incredibly nervous, despite the fact that we're facing our only familiar
opponent, the Oilers.
As we step onto the ice, I notice the ice in the crease is considerably
discolored. At first I think someone has mixed mud or sand with the ice;
after getting on my knees and feeling the ice, I discover there IS no ice.
A considerable portion of the crease has melted away to expose the underlying
concrete, and the rest of the crease has a very thin coating of ice. The
refs report that there's nothing they can do, and the game will continue as
planned. I am NOT pleased, as I've never had to deal with this kind of
situation before and am stuck on the really crappy end for two periods.
The Oilers play an excellent game and beat the Hurricanes 5-1. There were
one or two cheeser goals that were entirely my fault, but on two of the
other goals they were the result of a second or third rebound, and one
is the lack of a prompt whistle on the part of the ref as the offensive
player fished the puck out from under my pads and lifted it in. The Advil
wears off about halfway through the second period (well before it should)
and for several unhappy moments I am overcome with pain and unable to move.
Fortunately, the puck is in the other end during this time... Overall,
I'm happy with my performance though displeased with the cheesers that I
let in.
Before we leave I have several dozen words with the Zamboni driver about
ice quality. He confesses to me that they're having all kinds of ice problems
on this side of the rink, and that the ice on this side is actually freezing
in little wavelets. I try to convince them to carefully tend the crease and
get some ice on it in what time they have before the next game. As we leave,
we notice that they are now holding public skate on this side, rather than
carefully cutting the ice and improving it's quality. I am not impressed
by this decision.
After not sleeping well earlier in the week, I'm very tired after this game.
So tired that I manage to fall asleep on the restaurant table and drool on my
arm after eating lunch with the team. They have to shake me awake to get me
back on the van. I opt to shower and crawl back into bed in an effort to pick
up some energy for the evening's game at 10:45. When I wake up, I discover
that the expected bloating has arrived, and I now have to deal with extreme
intestinal pain every time I move suddenly. Nothing I can do but eat ever
more Advil and play anyhow.
I am determined to win this game. If we lose, we don't play Sunday.
Conversation in the locker room focuses on what we've been able to learn
about our opponents, the Shooters. Rumor has it that they are slow, but
very accurate and play their positions really well. The worst news is that
they tend to play very chippy and draw a lot of penalties. At this point
I make the decision that NOBODY messes with me on the ice. I make the
commitment to play like Ron Hextall if neccessary, and hit people if I have
to in order to get them to back off. I absolutely do not want anyone running
me and reinjuring my knees.
The ice has not improved any at all. In fact, it appears to have gotten
worse. I immediately ignore it...not having sharpened my goalie skates at
all in two and a half years, and a litle concrete is hardly going to make them
any duller. It does hamper my ability to get from the right post to the left
post (where the worst of the concrete is), so I will have to play way deep
on cross-crease slides to keep from sticking to the floor.
Within minutes of the start of the game, we discover just how chippy our
opponents are. After the whistle blows, one Shooter continues to hack away
at my trapper. I'm on one knee covering the puck, so I warn her off of me
by jabbing the butt of my stick upwards, about six inches away from her
helmet. Despite the fact that it does not contact her, she immediately
goes for me. Two of my defensemen hastily interpose themselves, and I stand
up and scream at her that one does NOT hack at the goalie after the whistle
has blown. The ref skates up and takes over; no penalties are handed out.
A minute or two later, I've trapped the puck under my trapper again, this
time on my stomach on the ice. A Shooter-socked skate chooses that moment
to kick at my face without connecting...someone has clearly decided to
play mind-games with the goalie. I look up at the offending player and
snarl loudly, with one thought running through my head: if she connects
with me AT ALL they will have to spend the next five minutes scraping little
pieces of her up off the ice after I finish ripping her apart. Fortunately
for her, she opts to head for the bench. I'm briefly a little shaken by
this, but I re-commit to beat the stuffing out of anyone deciding to
physically abuse the goalie.
A minute or two after that, I've got the puck trapped *again*, and I can
see a whole pile of Shooter socks converging at high speed on my location
from only a couple feet out. I know I'm about to get dogpiled under the guise
of an accident, so I shove my stick hand up to ward off falling players and
*bellow* as loud as I can. Thanks to excellent acoustics at the Easy Street
Arena, and my already-hoarse voice, the resulting roar sounds like a rabid
rhino and the Shooter socks abruptly and rapidly reverse direction.
During subsequent saves when I'm down on the ice and vulnerable, I adopt
a stick-warding position, holding it up crosswise over me so players will
fall on my stick first; or if someone does not appear to be braking or peeling
off, holding it kendo-sword style cocked over my head so I can stab at
an attacking player. This proves to be unneccesary; after my last bellow,
the Shooters have apparently decided they're dealing with a psycho goalie
and won't get within stick range of me. I figure this out about halfway
through the game, and am greatly relieved. My own players tell me later
that I scared the hell out of everyone with that bellow, and the Shooters
got a little intimidated by the combination of my size, my helmet, and
the way I was reacting to them.
The Hurricanes have immense trouble moving the puck out of their defensive
zone, and I am subject to shot after shot after shot. Somewhere in the middle
of the first period, the shot clock is simply shut off. One goal is scored
on me as I get stuck on a patch of concrete and am unable to get all the
way over to the post. Another shot is fired in over my shoulder as I misread
a play and play the pass; a third shot goes in between my ankles as I'm too
exhausted to close the five-hole. The goals rack up, and sometime around the
sixth goal it becomes patently obvious that we're gonna get slaughtered, so
I might as well enjoy the game.
This only works for about fifteen minutes. After that, it becomes a greater
and greater struggle to stop shots. The Shooters are intent on racking up as
high a score as they can get, and I've never been as exhausted as I am standing
out there blocking shots in the third period. Five minutes into the third
period I'm starting to stagger as I move out to the top of the horseshoe as
the puck clears the blue line; the game already seems to me to have been going
on for three hours. The Hurricanes keep sending my teammates out past me to
check on me; they later report that about halfway through the third period
I simply stopped responding in any rational way. One woman states that when
she looked at my eyes, they were completely blank and I simply wasn't home
at all.
Nonetheless, I keep blocking shots as best as I can. I recognize that I'm
definitely losing it when I look down at my pads...now totally covered with
ice...and say, "Hey, look, I'm Frosty the Snowman!". About this time, the
players from the Shooters begin coming over and patting me on the helmet,
telling me I'm doing a great job. This comes as a bit of a surprise,
considering how the game got started. With about five minutes left, I drop
to successfully stop a shot, and discover no matter how hard I try, I *can't
get back up*. I'm left on my knees in the crease, crawling about and lying
down to stop shots and praying someone will ice the puck. Someone finally
does, and I somehow manage to haul myself back up.
The whistle finally blows, and my first instinct is to simply keel over
and lie on the ice for a while. Then I realize that I'm not done yet, I've
still got to go shake hands with the other team. And then I realize that
I've got tears welling up in my eyes, and I'm really not sure *why*. Sure,
we've lost 11-0, but given the game play, that comes as no surprise
whatsoever to me. I manage to keep it mostly under control as I shake hands.
I'm so tired the effort of maintaining my balance while shaking is simply
too much, and I stagger and nearly fall over halfway down the line.
By the time I make it to the dressing room, I'm shaking all over and
starting to gulp air. A couple seconds after sitting down, I've got
uncontrollable tears running down my face. I manage to get the worst of it
wiped off or mixed in with all the sweat so no one notices, but one of my
teammates does come over and makes sure I get some water in me...with a
running clock, I've had little chance to get any water during the game.
My hands are shaking so bad I have to hold on to the water bottle with both
hands to keep from dropping it. My coach realizes I'll never make it with my
gear to the van, and offers to carry my gear bag for me. I DO have enough
energy at the end to stand up and demand to know who the *idiot* was who
claimed the Shooters were "slow"...
>June 18, Saturday
We're now out of Sunday's game, but we still have one last game to play
against the Ladyhawks. Our backup goalie has arrived, which is a good
thing; I'm utterly drained, and I'm also an hour late arriving at the Arena
thanks to a sidetrip that got six of our players lost off our map. Luckily
the game is running half an hour late, and I've already gotten dressed in
the parking lot of the hotel while waiting for my driver, so things work out
fine. It's at this juncture that I request the scoring stats from the
previous night's game: shots on goal ran 55 to 7. After briefly watching
the shots on goal vs. the official shots on goal, it seems that the official
count is running a bit low. Actual shots on goal probably ran more around
60-65, and some of my teammates come up with the number 75 for some odd
reason. God knows it certainly FELT like a 75 shot game...
I warn my backup about the ice and show her the concrete spots. I also
give her tips on dealing with being run, and tips to keep on playing even
after a goal is scored. This doesn't help, and she is *not* happy about
giving up her fourth goal during the game. She hangs in there, and that
game concludes with a 8-1 loss.
It's been one damn long weekend, but despite losing all three games, the
team is quite pleased overall with how they performed, and determined to
learn to play at the same level the Shooters can play at. Spirits remain
pretty high, and we have fun the remainder of the weekend. Everyone's
too tired to do much besides lie around and drink. Would we do it again?
You bet!
stormwind
hell's amazon
lord of the frozen realm
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