Note to Readers: Sorry for the delay. I've been having a hard time keeping
it innocent and at the same time gaining angst. But it's still funny! Try
to spot the comparisons between district 5 & the ducks. Okie? Have fun!
Disclaimer: I don't own the ducks, I don't own anyone.
D2.5:The Mighty Ducks by BallisticBubble
Chapter Four: A Goalie in Distress
We were at the arena that day, so Goldberg and I could practice. Our parents said it was alright with them and so we left them back at Goldberg's parent's deli, so they could continue to talk about everything from recipes to their take on Eden Hall.
"Whoa." Goldberg said, surprised and looked around, they definitely made some changes here. "Too bad we won't be able to practice."
"What?" I queried aloud.
He pointed at the rink, where there were a bunch of peewee kids practicing. "Unless you want to practice with them."
I went "Oh come on, Goldie, let's stay a minute." And so we did.
He trailed me a few feet, and we sat down at the front row of the bleachers, watching the kids do scrimmage for ten straight minutes, until their coach called a break.
"Come on, Conway, there's nothing spectacular going to happen here." Goldberg stood up and tugged my sleeve until some man skated up to us.
"Excuse me, are you boys going to practice?" The man asked.
The two of us exchanged glances. "We were just about to leave, sir."
He surveyed us from head to toe. "How old are you?" he questioned and started to scribble stuff on his clipboard.
"Thirteen, why?" Goldberg said back all naïve.
"Well, you see, my team here, District Five, is practicing and we're not enough for a two-team scrimmage." He continued. "We need one to play on the yellow team, and one to play goalie on the blue team."
I shrugged. "What do you say, Goldberg?"
Goldberg paused for a while and bit his lip. "Hey, why not, Charlie? You got yourself a deal, Mr. Uh.."
"Just call me Coach Duke."
*
"Dude, go easy on them, ok? They're like us when we were in district five." I reminded him, skating out. "Besides, their parents are watching, you don't wanna seem like a goon."
Goldberg followed me on the ice "Yeah, yeah."
"Okie, kids, this is Charlie and Goldberg." Mr. Duke went, pointing to me when he said "Goldberg" and to Goldberg when he said "Charlie", which caused us both to snicker, well, there's no use correcting the man, it's not like this'll ever happen again.
"We have only fifteen minutes left, the last five, I'm gonna use to train Isaiah, who will be playing goaltender this season!" Everyone started to cheer and chest-pump this slightly overweight boy, causing me to laugh a little more.
I shot a look at Goldberg, and he just rolled his eyes.
For once, I felt tall, well, I was already taller than Cakeater, but still, here, I seemed like a tyrannosaurus rex amongst a bunch of little dinosaurs. I can't believe I was that short when I was ten.. Was I?
Anyway, I tried not to do much, getting the puck only when it was necessary, on the other hand, Goldberg, a.k.a. Charlie for the afternoon, was having a total workout.
"That's what I'm talking about, Stanley!" The coach yelled when he received my pass, just when a freckle-faced boy skated up to me and said, "Goldberg, Why'd you pass to him? He'll screw it up, he's klutzley!"
I just laughed, there was actually a kid on this team nicknamed Klutzley, hmm.. maybe he'll grow to be the captain of this team someday.
He skated across the ice, ungainly, with half the other team guarding him, he took a shot, and I shook my head at Goldberg, signaling him not to catch it.
He tripped right in front of the goal, with the puck going left.. and right.. left.. and right, and into the goal.
Klutzley, I mean Stanley, got up and a bunch of kids surrounded him. "You scored, Stanley!" "Whoa, nice one, klutzley!" "High five, klutzkid!"
I just smiled and looked at the clock, five minutes more.
The score was six and two, in favor of my team, team yellow. I continued just skating around, passing the puck to my teammates every now and then until the freckled boy passed me the puck from halfway across the ice, where everyone else was gathered.
I got the puck, and looked around for someone to pass it to. Unfortunately, I was the nearest one the Goldie now and had to go for it. I grinned at Goldberg and he shook his head.
I watched him mouth something .. "That's one.. two." I gained on closer to the net, "Three" And shot that baby in the goal and these kids started surrounding me.
"Go, Goldberg!" They shouted, and I couldn't refrain from giggling.
*
The real Goldberg and I then fixed our things and went straight to the bathroom, because the team was using the locker rooms. The two of us were about to leave when Goldie said "Hey, Charlie, stay here. I forgot my wallet at the bleachers.
I waited a while for him to get back. "Got it?" I asked.
"Yeah." He said, walking towards the door.
"Charlie! Goldberg!" We heard Coach Duke call after us, and so we stopped. "Thank you for helping us out there."
I went. "No problem, it was fun."
"He. He. He. You really gave that Stanley some confidence. He's been having some trouble scoring lately. It's a good thing you boys let them have it easier."
"That is okie too." Goldberg answered awkwardly scratching his head.
Coach Duke looked at his watch "Well, I guess I'll see you around, anything else before I go? You see, this isn't my real job, I just was assigned to do so, but it's been a blessing in disguise for me."
I sighed, another man assigned to coach. "Give the team a name, it'll boost their trust in one another, believe me." I replied, remembering the day we all got our Duck jerseys.
"I'll try." He waved at us. "Goodbye, and thank you again."
"He's nice, isn't he, Coach Duke, I mean?" I said, walking to the parking lot, where Mr. Goldberg would meet us at in a few minutes.
Goldberg adjusted his bag. "Dude, you think all coaches are nice." He said, emphasizing the word "all".
"Oh well." I said and looked over at that Stanley kid, whose parents were helping him load his gear in the back of their pick-up.
"It's a good thing Coach got those two boys to play." Goldberg and I heard them say, and immediately we began going "Shush.. you hear what that lady is saying?"
"That Goldberg was good, but that Charlie definitely needs to be quicker and alert!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Ouch." I said to Goldberg. "I was too alert!"
Goldie didn't respond, then all of a sudden, in a very gloomy manner "Man, he's talking about me, they got us mixed up, remember?"
"Oh.. yeah." I said, halting in the middle of the parking lot.
He stopped too. "That hurts from a coach, that doubly hurts from a peewee kid's mom."
"Forget it, she doesn't know what she's talking about, but hey, you let those kids score. She should be amazed her son scored against you, Mr. Goalie."
"But I didn't let him score. I really couldn't stop the shots." He what?
I went. "Really?" Jeez, that was really not Goldberg.
He read my mind. "Yes. Ya hear me? It's not as easy as before, blocking those pucks now. I must be outta the zone." Goldberg said, and I immediately knew what he meant.
I closed my eyes for a while and started to think of something good to say and how. It really must've been tough trying to be as nimble as possible when your body won't cooperate with you.
"As long as you're having fun, Goldberg, it doesn't matter how many saves you make." I quoted Coach Bombay, hoping it would make him feel better.
Goldberg snapped "Whatever, Conway. Coach doesn't mean that." And I definitely could not contradict that, because, when you think about it, the whole game depends on the skill of the goaltender. "It's just not easy as before, and what about in Eden Hall, Charlie? I'm toast."
I wanted to sympathize but only made things worse. "Hey, you always got Julie to back you up!" Whoops, what was I thinking? "No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, Goldie."
Just then the car came by and Goldberg got in the front seat, quietly saying, "Who really cares, Charlie? Can I help it if I come from a big family?" He slammed the door. Boy, I hated seeing him like this.
I got the backseat and got a "Hello, Charlie." From Mr. Goldberg.
"So, boys, how was practice?"
"Terrific. It was just terrific." And there I witnessed Goldberg lie to his dad. I have to fix everything.
Disclaimer: I don't own the ducks, I don't own anyone.
D2.5:The Mighty Ducks by BallisticBubble
Chapter Four: A Goalie in Distress
We were at the arena that day, so Goldberg and I could practice. Our parents said it was alright with them and so we left them back at Goldberg's parent's deli, so they could continue to talk about everything from recipes to their take on Eden Hall.
"Whoa." Goldberg said, surprised and looked around, they definitely made some changes here. "Too bad we won't be able to practice."
"What?" I queried aloud.
He pointed at the rink, where there were a bunch of peewee kids practicing. "Unless you want to practice with them."
I went "Oh come on, Goldie, let's stay a minute." And so we did.
He trailed me a few feet, and we sat down at the front row of the bleachers, watching the kids do scrimmage for ten straight minutes, until their coach called a break.
"Come on, Conway, there's nothing spectacular going to happen here." Goldberg stood up and tugged my sleeve until some man skated up to us.
"Excuse me, are you boys going to practice?" The man asked.
The two of us exchanged glances. "We were just about to leave, sir."
He surveyed us from head to toe. "How old are you?" he questioned and started to scribble stuff on his clipboard.
"Thirteen, why?" Goldberg said back all naïve.
"Well, you see, my team here, District Five, is practicing and we're not enough for a two-team scrimmage." He continued. "We need one to play on the yellow team, and one to play goalie on the blue team."
I shrugged. "What do you say, Goldberg?"
Goldberg paused for a while and bit his lip. "Hey, why not, Charlie? You got yourself a deal, Mr. Uh.."
"Just call me Coach Duke."
*
"Dude, go easy on them, ok? They're like us when we were in district five." I reminded him, skating out. "Besides, their parents are watching, you don't wanna seem like a goon."
Goldberg followed me on the ice "Yeah, yeah."
"Okie, kids, this is Charlie and Goldberg." Mr. Duke went, pointing to me when he said "Goldberg" and to Goldberg when he said "Charlie", which caused us both to snicker, well, there's no use correcting the man, it's not like this'll ever happen again.
"We have only fifteen minutes left, the last five, I'm gonna use to train Isaiah, who will be playing goaltender this season!" Everyone started to cheer and chest-pump this slightly overweight boy, causing me to laugh a little more.
I shot a look at Goldberg, and he just rolled his eyes.
For once, I felt tall, well, I was already taller than Cakeater, but still, here, I seemed like a tyrannosaurus rex amongst a bunch of little dinosaurs. I can't believe I was that short when I was ten.. Was I?
Anyway, I tried not to do much, getting the puck only when it was necessary, on the other hand, Goldberg, a.k.a. Charlie for the afternoon, was having a total workout.
"That's what I'm talking about, Stanley!" The coach yelled when he received my pass, just when a freckle-faced boy skated up to me and said, "Goldberg, Why'd you pass to him? He'll screw it up, he's klutzley!"
I just laughed, there was actually a kid on this team nicknamed Klutzley, hmm.. maybe he'll grow to be the captain of this team someday.
He skated across the ice, ungainly, with half the other team guarding him, he took a shot, and I shook my head at Goldberg, signaling him not to catch it.
He tripped right in front of the goal, with the puck going left.. and right.. left.. and right, and into the goal.
Klutzley, I mean Stanley, got up and a bunch of kids surrounded him. "You scored, Stanley!" "Whoa, nice one, klutzley!" "High five, klutzkid!"
I just smiled and looked at the clock, five minutes more.
The score was six and two, in favor of my team, team yellow. I continued just skating around, passing the puck to my teammates every now and then until the freckled boy passed me the puck from halfway across the ice, where everyone else was gathered.
I got the puck, and looked around for someone to pass it to. Unfortunately, I was the nearest one the Goldie now and had to go for it. I grinned at Goldberg and he shook his head.
I watched him mouth something .. "That's one.. two." I gained on closer to the net, "Three" And shot that baby in the goal and these kids started surrounding me.
"Go, Goldberg!" They shouted, and I couldn't refrain from giggling.
*
The real Goldberg and I then fixed our things and went straight to the bathroom, because the team was using the locker rooms. The two of us were about to leave when Goldie said "Hey, Charlie, stay here. I forgot my wallet at the bleachers.
I waited a while for him to get back. "Got it?" I asked.
"Yeah." He said, walking towards the door.
"Charlie! Goldberg!" We heard Coach Duke call after us, and so we stopped. "Thank you for helping us out there."
I went. "No problem, it was fun."
"He. He. He. You really gave that Stanley some confidence. He's been having some trouble scoring lately. It's a good thing you boys let them have it easier."
"That is okie too." Goldberg answered awkwardly scratching his head.
Coach Duke looked at his watch "Well, I guess I'll see you around, anything else before I go? You see, this isn't my real job, I just was assigned to do so, but it's been a blessing in disguise for me."
I sighed, another man assigned to coach. "Give the team a name, it'll boost their trust in one another, believe me." I replied, remembering the day we all got our Duck jerseys.
"I'll try." He waved at us. "Goodbye, and thank you again."
"He's nice, isn't he, Coach Duke, I mean?" I said, walking to the parking lot, where Mr. Goldberg would meet us at in a few minutes.
Goldberg adjusted his bag. "Dude, you think all coaches are nice." He said, emphasizing the word "all".
"Oh well." I said and looked over at that Stanley kid, whose parents were helping him load his gear in the back of their pick-up.
"It's a good thing Coach got those two boys to play." Goldberg and I heard them say, and immediately we began going "Shush.. you hear what that lady is saying?"
"That Goldberg was good, but that Charlie definitely needs to be quicker and alert!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Ouch." I said to Goldberg. "I was too alert!"
Goldie didn't respond, then all of a sudden, in a very gloomy manner "Man, he's talking about me, they got us mixed up, remember?"
"Oh.. yeah." I said, halting in the middle of the parking lot.
He stopped too. "That hurts from a coach, that doubly hurts from a peewee kid's mom."
"Forget it, she doesn't know what she's talking about, but hey, you let those kids score. She should be amazed her son scored against you, Mr. Goalie."
"But I didn't let him score. I really couldn't stop the shots." He what?
I went. "Really?" Jeez, that was really not Goldberg.
He read my mind. "Yes. Ya hear me? It's not as easy as before, blocking those pucks now. I must be outta the zone." Goldberg said, and I immediately knew what he meant.
I closed my eyes for a while and started to think of something good to say and how. It really must've been tough trying to be as nimble as possible when your body won't cooperate with you.
"As long as you're having fun, Goldberg, it doesn't matter how many saves you make." I quoted Coach Bombay, hoping it would make him feel better.
Goldberg snapped "Whatever, Conway. Coach doesn't mean that." And I definitely could not contradict that, because, when you think about it, the whole game depends on the skill of the goaltender. "It's just not easy as before, and what about in Eden Hall, Charlie? I'm toast."
I wanted to sympathize but only made things worse. "Hey, you always got Julie to back you up!" Whoops, what was I thinking? "No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, Goldie."
Just then the car came by and Goldberg got in the front seat, quietly saying, "Who really cares, Charlie? Can I help it if I come from a big family?" He slammed the door. Boy, I hated seeing him like this.
I got the backseat and got a "Hello, Charlie." From Mr. Goldberg.
"So, boys, how was practice?"
"Terrific. It was just terrific." And there I witnessed Goldberg lie to his dad. I have to fix everything.