Below is a link about the Tomcats very own Tweety Bird. Tweety was given an award for his very heroic act as Windsor Police Constable when he rescued a citizen from the river. Well done Tweety!
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Oh, what a tangled web of consonants we weave! Last night at the hallowed halls of the Kapusta Kow Palace (our gym-turned-beer-oasis, where sweat-soaked jerseys meet frosty brews), the Windsor Tomcats teetered on the brink of floor hockey history. We nearly unleashed the ultimate gimmick: a full team of players whose nicknames all slither out with the sinister hiss of the letter “S.” Soupy, Shaft, Shack, Swifty, Stilts, Snowpants, Smiley – it’s like the Sesame Street writers infiltrated our roster and decided Big Bird needed a break from vowels.
Tomcat President Rocky, ever the visionary (or just really good at spotting patterns while listening to post-game Snowpants’ stories), pointed out this serendipitous surge of S-starters among our fresh meat. “Pure chance,” he claims, but we’re suspicious – maybe he’s been secretly recruiting from a snake charmer convention. The idea hit us like a rogue hockey ball to the shins: Why not pit the S-Squad against the Non-S Nobodies? Even teams, epic rivalry, and enough alliteration to make a poet weep. But after some heated huddle (and a few eye-rolls from the vets who’ve been dodging slapshots for 25+ years), we nixed it. Balance, schmalance – turns out the S’s might’ve steamrolled us mere mortals. Fear not, fans (all three of you): A full-blown S showdown is brewing faster than our Tuesday night beers.
Instead, we settled for themed teams that screamed “surf’s up” – because why not add ocean vibes to our landlocked lunacy?
Soupy’s Sails (The Windy Wonders): Bender guarding the crease like a bouncer at a bad bar, Soupy (our VP), Swifty (faster than a midlife crisis), Killer (don’t ask about the body count), Waldo (still hiding in plain sight), Chevy (reliable as an old truck), Chico (the spice in our salsa), Shaft (smooth operator), and Shack (our human fortress).
Snowpants Surfers (The Chilly Wave-Riders): Flower in net, blooming under pressure; Snowpants (because who needs shorts in Canada?); The Professor (dropping knowledge bombs between dekes); Tonto (lone ranger no more); Rocky (prez and open-net misser extraordinaire); Matador (dodging bulls… er, balls); Animal (wilder than a Muppet on Red Bull); Smiley (grinning through the grit); and Stilts (towering over us short kings).
Game One? A goaltending masterclass that had us all checking our watches. The nets were locked tighter than a mid-50s guy’s grip on his glory days. “I’m used to popping off quickly, so taking so long to get a goal was strange,” quipped Tomcat VP Soupy – a statement we fact-checked with his better half, Serta (yes, she confirmed: he’s all about that quick release). Finally, the Surfers shattered the stalemate, riding a wave of sneaky shots to a 5-3 victory. The Sails? They just… sailed away empty-handed.
Game Two cranked the chaos to eleven – fast-paced frenzy with goalies still channeling their inner superheroes. Bodies flew, sticks clashed, and the scoreboard seesawed like a tipsy Tomcat on stilts. It all ended in a glorious tie, because why settle scores when you can share the agony?
As always, we capped the carnage with our sacred ritual: Beers on the Palace stage, celebrating friendships forged in face-offs and fortified by foam. From spry 20-somethings to seasoned 50-somethings, the Tomcats prove that age is just a number – but Tomcat nicknames? Those are forever. Stay tuned for the S-pocalypse; it’s coming, and it’ll be spectacularly silly.
And speaking of Tomcats with “S” in their name…
Stevo Asks For A Fifth Team
Stevo has asked that a fifth team be added to this year’s Tomcat tournament. He wants to put in his own team and is asking to get approval from the tournament organizers.
The line up would be:
Goaltender: Bucko
Defence: Hollywood, Finner, Cribzie and May Day
Forwards: Crispy, Hatchie, the Big Easy and Stevo
Spares: Crow, Hurricane, Beep and Tunzie (in case of injury during practices)
Management : G. M. Sealion
Coaching Staff:
Defencive Coach The Legend
Offensive Coach Rexy
Goaltending Coach Razor
Head Coach: The Bundura
“It is an unprecedented request, but I will be putting it forward to Soupy and the tournament committee,” stated President Rocky. Stay tuned.
Lonnie Grokstein, Tomcat beat writer.
A week after Soupy prayed to the No-mini Gods to end the torture of selecting 3 teams and playing so many games with so many guys, the Gods answered. Last night was 2 teams, 2-3 spares as side. The hockey did not disappoint. Very fast play all night.
Teams:
Animal’s Apollos – Falcon in net, Big Ned, Swifty, Waldo, Animal, Chevy and Soupy
Professor’s Poseidons – Terror in net, Smiley, Rocky, The Professor, Shack, Snowpants and Bullwinkle
Despite getting down 0-3 in the first game, Professor’s team can storming back to win handedly. The second game saw more even play across the periods with the Poseidons taking game two as well.
Tomcat Name Issue solved – after several weeks of not getting a nickname, the artist formally named Andrew was given Waldo as a name. Waldo as in “Where’s Waldo” due to his striking resemblance. “All he needs is a striped hat and shirt and we can definitely say where Waldo is,” said The Professor.
And speak of where’s Waldo, where’s Stevo???
#24 Hatchie and #19 Stevo relaxing in retirement …”Play hard, keep your stick on the floor and one day you can come to Costa Rica and sip beers with us,” said Stevo.
Be on the lookout for an email from Soupy for the April 18th year-end Annual Tournament. We need commitments ASAP so captains can draft in March.
Until next week, as Stevo would say, Stay Beautiful and Tomcats Forever!
There was so many teams last night, it’s impossible for me to remember who was on what team, note to self, take a photo of the lineup. Nevertheless, we got a mini! Captains for the night were Tonto, Shack, and Swifty, great job drafting teams, gents! Games were close and the hockey was fast.
There was no clear winner on the night, as the tomcats only played 4 of the 6 games scheduled due to time restraints. Given that the tomcats are either Greek or wanna be Greeks, we polled the people in democratic fashion. it seemed the consensus was that guys don’t like the minis, in their current form. May be something to discuss at the BOD meeting, how to have more guys play, but keep the games flowing. It seems 2 teams with 8 full players is the best option. We have had a great turnout the past few weeks, and that is awesome, we want to keep that up, but we may need to cut off the numbers at first 16 guys and 2 goalies, with full time players getting first dibs. Soupy and Rocky will discuss further this week and come to a decision. Crazy to think that 6 weeks ago we were desperate for guys and now we have plenty. Love to see all the new guys coming out and staying after for beers, that is what we want! We will work out a schedule that works for everyone, full time and part time players.
A couple notes from the outside looking on, we seem to have gotten a little away from the spirit of tomcat hockey in recent weeks, the hockey has been great, fast and competitive…Soupy looks like a 5th round pick these days, with all the young talent. However, we are here for fun, a few beers and laughs after on stage. Guys gotta make sure they are calling themselves out on their missteps, high sticking, hard play, slap shot, etc. I get that the hockey is more competitive than it has ever been, and guys want to win/work hard for their team. But let’s just remember we’re here for fun, there’s no scouts out there. Work hard, but if you knock a guy over, stop the play and make sure he is all good.
I apologize that this week isn’t the usual fun and sexy blog you’re used to seeing out of me, but I felt a few things needed to be discussed.
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See you boys next week!
Guest Column by H’aida D’ Salami
Here are the 4 winners:
On a cold February night of hockey, it was snowing outside, but “raining” goals on the inside. What was almost a mini, turned into 2 full teams, with the level of talent on the floor top tier. With the extra bodies, The boys turned up the time limit to allow for a little more hockey, and man was it exciting.
Bullwinkle’s Wet & Wild – Hobbs, Andrew, Snowy, Chevy, Bullwinkle, Professor, Shack, Big Ned, Terror in Net
Swifty’s Squiters – Soupy, Sunny, Matador, Swifty, Animal, Flintstone, Tonto, Flower in Net
The first game saw the teams trading goals back and forth, with the Wet & Wild taking it 6-5 on a late goal. Goaltending, as usual, was impeccable, with the Terror looking in Tournament form, standing on his head all night long!
The speed of the Wet & Wild took over in the second game, dominating play as the tired Squiters just couldn’t keep up, losing 11-5.
After the first game it was discovered that the hall had a water issue, with what appeared to be a burst pipe on the women’s washroom. Soupy and Chevy went to check it out, and after going into the bowels of the church, Detective Chevy was able to find the main water shut off and stop the damage. But not before the entire banquet hall was flooded with
2” of water. Soupy was quick with the measurement, knowing what 2” looks like. Shout out to Chevy for going to get a couple sump pumps to help some of the water out. Hopefully the damage isn’t too bad, and the hall can get it all rectified without any disruption to hockey.
On Stage afterwards, the boys were discussing captains for the upcoming tournament. Suggestions are Hobbs, Swayze, Big Ned, and Soupy, but that is still up for debate, with rocky having the final say.
See you all next week, looking forward to another great turnout!
Terror made a new friend after hockey.
Guest Column by H’aida D’ Salami
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