As the half progressed we became increasingly sloppy with the ball, and must have had six turnovers where the ball was ripped from our hands like the purse of a geriatric women in Central Park. I am not a fan of old people.
So despite a 20-13 lead at the half, and in conjuction with a quick finger on the home clock from
Logan Malmberg, I mean “the little wolverine,” I was pissed. We were playing down to an inferior opponent and not playing physical or mental toughness.
We were probably good enough to win playing as we were, but an opportunity would be lost. The opportunity to challenge the team while facing self-imposed adversity, and measure the response. It is the special teams that can dig from within and produce a response when needed that accomplish great things. The ability to respond on command distinguishes victory from the comprehensive analysis of a loss the next day.
Respond we did. We won the third quarter 15-4 and took the last remnants of any will to fight East River had left. Bear in mind this in and of itself was not a great accomplishment. We were better. We deserved to win. The value of the experience to the group was that as coach I went to the whip and we got better. It’s now a collective experience that we can draw from as we go forward into no doubt more perilous situations.
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