You look at these old timers, and while everyone knows their stats and accolades from their prime, they clearly look like they've left that era in the past. Gray hair or none at all, hunched over, wrinkles all over. But on the ice, it's like they knew every single thing we were going to do before we even did them. They were intercepting passes, faking me out with no look shots, I'm sure they would have blocked shots had we actually been able to take them. The worst was when they got awarded a penalty shot. Do you know how embarrassing it is to get scored on by someone skating towards you at least than 2 miles per hour? Well I do. Once the mercy rule ended the game, the locker was dead silent. It wasn't depression, it was pure shock. But once Jammin started laughing, it became contagious. What else can you do but laugh when you get demolished by Team Geriatrics? The Young Guns will keep our heads held high and shoot for our first win next game.