Going into the afternoon games, the Number 2 team was poised to be the first Ice Holes' pond team to advance to the Sunday games. All they had to do was beat the runner up from last year, the Golden Tuques (not to be confused with the Golden Tuckus). We met these guys in the bar at the hotel on the first night, and they seemed pretty cool, but that was for fun. Now it was war.
So Buddha and his Green Mountain Boys (that's a Vermont reference that I cleverly worked into the writeup - neat, huh?) geared up an hit the ice - some literally - to keep the playoff dream alive. How they do? Well, not too good. Final score was 8-1. So the collective playoff hopes for the Holes ends (or did it? - hint - foreshadowing).
The other Holes team didn't fare a lot better in their final game, either. We played the Flying Eggplants in our last matchup. I think we played them close for much of the first half, but in the end, we fell 8-3. So the two teams ended up,with records of 2-2 for the Number 2 team and 1-3 for the Ice Holes. With all the preliminaries out of the way, there was nothing left to do but relax and commiserate with the other teams. After changing into some semi dry clothing, we hit the beer garden to cash in our free beer tickets. We made good use of the many fire barrels, seeing as it was rather chilly when you weren't panting as you skated around on a frozen water surface. There were several fire brassieres, too, all of which had some pretty big puddles underneath where they'd melted the ice (think Ali Kabob's truck). The Holes actually had a pretty good size cheering squad at the lake. Representatives of OS's extended family were there to lend their support, and they stayed afterward to socialize.
There was one more "win" at the lake that afternoon. As I was wondering around, I heard them announcing from the beer garden area that they were going to raffle off a Keurig coffee maker. "Kent? Is Kent in the crowd?". Kent was hanging out in the changing tent at the time, and they were just about ready to move on to the next name when Buddha informed our winning team member of the awaiting raffle prize. As a collective sigh of disappointment sounded through the crowd, Kent announced that he was present and ready for his prize. Nice souvenir, huh?
Having won everything we were going to on the lake that day, we started packing up to head back. It was at that time that OS's former brother-in-law (you keeping up with me) invited us to come see his lake house. Not wanting to be unsociable, we happily obliged.
Before we leave the lake, however, here are some more pictures for your viewing pleasure:
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| The grand prize for the whole kit 'n' kaboodle |
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| I question the wisdom of storing gasoline in the corner of the changing tent, but what could go wrong? |
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