The beer was ready, the nicknames were locked in, and the birthday calendar was suspiciously crowded. Here’s how it went down.
Wearing White
Flower in net, backed by Waldo, Soupy, Bullwinkle, Tonto, Rocky, Sunny, Doc, and Snowpants. Special guest appearance in game two: Doc’s kid (currently operating under provisional nicknames “the Intern” or “MacGyver”—committee still in session). Sunny, being a solid human, sat the final period so father and son could share the floor.
Wearing Black
Bender between the pipes, with Hobbs, Sweets, Foreman, Professor, Animal, Poppy, Skippy, and Chevy.
Game 1
White came out flying and never looked back. Flower was a brick wall—pretty much everything that came his way died a quiet death. Soupy went full predator mode and bagged a hat trick. Dominant win for the white sweaters. Black spent most of the night trying to find the net and mostly finding Flower’s pads instead.
Game 2
Black flipped the script. They jumped out to an early lead and made it stick. White clawed back hard, again on the strength of more Soupy production, and made it a one-goal game at the buzzer. Respectable finish, but the black side of the ledger got the W.
Hardware
Soupy was awarded the TopCat necklace for the night’s work. Hat trick in game one, key tallies in game two, and general chaos creation. Hard to argue.
Birthday Circuit
Snowpants is officially getting old (happy birthday, legend). Soupy’s birthday lands today—the day after the games—so the celebration spilled over. Animal’s turn is Saturday. Beers were properly raised to all three birthday boys. The ice may have been cold, but the toasts were warm.
That’s the tale from the Kapusta. Soupy’s still wearing the necklace, the nickname debate for Doc’s kid continues, and the rest of the crew is already looking forward to the next one. Keep the sticks up and the stories better.
The 2026-2027 Windsor Tomcats season is officially underway, and it opened like a man who actually read the group chat. First puck drop at 6:32pm — the quickest start in twelve years. No wandering around looking for sticks, no prolonged debates about new rules to make sure Soupy never gets interrupted when he does his dupty-do moves. Just pure, efficient chaos. Snowpants, Soupy, and a few other early birds rolled in and cleaned the place like they were expecting royalty. The nets? Fixed over the summer and now rock-solid. No more leaning towers of terror (notice the subtle references in those sentences). The Palace was ready.
Too many bodies showed up for two clean teams (eight runners + goalie is the magic number, people). Rocky took one for the team and sat the night out so everyone else could play. Skippy got the ultimate double-agent assignment: one game with Black, one game with White. His name appears on both rosters like a man who refuses to pick a side.
Start-of-the-year gifts were handed out to every Tomcat who paid their deposit — fresh new trucker hats. Looking sharp, boys. Rocky also flexed and brought two cases of beer instead of the usual one. They sat untouched for now, just waiting for the stage portion of the evening. Restraint is a beautiful thing… until it isn’t.
Wearing White – The Interns & The Old Guard
Bender in net, The Professor, Big Ned, Doc, Soupy, Bullwinkle, Animal, Chevy, Hobbs, and Skippy. In the second game Doc did the ultimate dad move and gave his spot to his son, The Intern, for the kid’s first-ever Tomcat appearance. Welcome to the litter, Intern. Hope you brought knee pads and thick skin.
Wearing Black – Sweets’ Early Contenders
The Flower in net, Sunny, The Foreman, Sweets, Shaft, Killer, Snowpants, Waldo, Smiley, and Skippy (again).
Rocky and Soupy’s team algorithm was on point. Game One finished in a hard-fought 5-5 tie. Game Two was pure chaos — Black took it 7-6, but White staged a furious late comeback that got them within one. The kind of game that leaves everyone gasping and already arguing about who should’ve scored the equalizer.
TopCat of the Night went to Sweets. Stellar play from start to finish. The man looked like he’d been training all summer while the rest of us were still negotiating with our lower backs. He got the necklace and the glory.
Special appearance by The Falcon, currently on IR. He showed up anyway and ran the clock for both games like a true professional. Still no sighting of the mythical Sparky Clock or Sparky himself. The legend continues.
Post-game the stage filled up, hats were adjusted, beers were finally cracked, and the usual mixture of war stories, draft talk, and gentle roasting filled the Palace. New season. Same energy. Same sacred ritual.
Welcome back, Tomcats. The floor is open. The beer is cold. The kids are faster. And the trucker hats look damn good.
See you next Tuesday.
Lonnie Grokstein
Tomcats are back!What Tomcat Hockey is really about
In what first seemed to be a shoot for GQ Magazine, turned out to be a chance meeting between Chico and the LaBamba train, which included young Hobbs and Waldo. Tomcat season is coming soon. Stay tuned and stay beautiful!
The busy off-season travel schedule is underway and the Tomcats very own Bullwinkle just celebrated 30 years of marital bliss with his wife Jen and their children in Aruba! Of course, Bullwinkle showed off his Tomcat pride when possible on the island. Happy 30th Anniversary to Mr. and Mrs. Bullwinkle J. Moose!
Send along other vacation photos wearing your TC swag so we can share on the website.
You absolute quitters thought the season was over, didn’t you? Thought you could just ride off into the sunset after the tournament, Stanley’s Cup hangover still fresh, and skip the sacred Tuesday ritual? Big mistake. Huge.
Last night the Kapusta Kow Palace refused to go quietly into the off-season. A mysterious, unscheduled, barely-legal floor hockey session broke out like a Tomcat in heat. Word spread through the group chat at the last second and somehow we still pulled two full teams. The ghosts of Tomcats past must’ve been smiling down on us… or maybe they were just laughing at the suckers who stayed home.
The youth movement showed up again like it never left. The floor was suspiciously clean (thanks again to Bullwinkle’s dust-removal PTSD), the nets were hungry, and the pace was stupidly fast for a “just for fun” night.
Team 1: Soupy’s Off-Season Rejects (because apparently he can’t stop captaining even when nobody asked)
Flower in net, Soupy, Rocky, Waldo (somehow found), Bullwinkle, Curly, Escalade (Dilan), Swifty, and a surprisingly spry Snowpants who claimed the warm weather “melted ten pounds off him.”
Team 2: Killer’s Cancer-Free Kill Crew (he’s been waiting to drop this name all season)
Terror in net, Killer (looking like a man reborn), Animal, Chevy, Sweets, The Foreman, Hobbs, Chico, and Kamikaze (still sucking goals out of existence).
Game One was pure spite and skill: 6-5 for the Rejects in a back-and-forth war that had goalies cursing in three languages. Game Two? Absolute chaos. 8-7 in overtime after multiple lead changes, with Bullwinkle and Escalade combining for a highlight-reel winner that’ll get shown until 2035.
Chevy nearly won TOPCAT of the Night again after trucking through the neutral zone like a man who just discovered Red Bull, but the award went to Killer for a between-the-legs dish so filthy his oncologist called to make sure he wasn’t overdoing it. The man’s not just cancer-free — he’s dangerous again.
Post-game on the Kapusta stage hit different. Beers were cracked, pizza was ordered at emergency rates, and the chirping reached legendary levels. The main topic? Ruthless roasting of every single Tomcat who “had plans” and missed what might go down as one of the most fun random nights we’ve ever had. The consensus was clear: the young guys are officially faster than our excuses.
Special shoutout to The Hero who somehow dropped off a tray of leftover Rog-Mahal snacks like a benevolent hockey angel. We sang. We toasted. We reminded everyone that tomcats don’t truly hibernate — we just go underground until the next puck drop.
So yeah… hope your couch was comfortable last night.
The season might be over, but the boys are clearly not done. Expect more rogue missions. Lace ‘em up or get left in the group chat dust.
The annual Tomcat Board meeting occurred on May 5th at Rocky’s. Attendees included:
Rocky, Soupy, Falcon, Bullwinkle, The Professor, Bender, Swifty, Skippy, Flower, Snowpants and Chevy
Great seeing new guys Swifty and Flower jumping right in!
Key updates made as we look forward to the 2026-2027 season
Season Start and Finish – We will start Tuesday September 15th. The first half will end on Tuesday December 16th. We’ll start back up on Jan 5th 2027 and conclude with the annual tournament on Saturday April 17, 2027.
Costs – Same as last year. $175 up front in full, or $60 upfront and $5 per night
Tournament – Same format as this year, BUT NO Consolation game. All games are 2 10mins periods. Championship is 2 12mins periods. Captains to be decided in the fall. Potential focus on new guys as captains.
Rule Changes: Goalies cannot cover the ball to stop play beyond the black basketball key lines. If that occurs, other team will get possession. We will monitor chopping downward of sticks, high sticks and high elbows.
Shootouts: We will test out shootouts on Tuesday nights after tie games. 3 shooters to start and then all players added 1 by 1 until a winner is declared.
Weekly Email Process – Chevy suggested and Rocky is working on a new automated process that will send out reminders each week and YOU ALL will have to updated your attendance on the website where Tomcat leaders can use to manage each night. Rocky is getting out of the business of chasing!
Low Turnout 3v3 Nights – If there are nights where there are only 5 players per side (plus goalies), 3v3 will be played instead of 4v4. Adds some variety to the play.
Other items discussed or being consider: – Flower to help run the website – We will seek to regain access to the Tomcat Room above the stage – Nets will be welded to be more sturdy and stay at correct angle (not lean) – Dustbane on the floor each night (maybe purchase our own broom) – Some discussion with hall on floor repair – Chevy to look at a Tomcat Jacket option that guys can self fund if they want one (stay tuned) – Goalie rotation will be used when we have more goalies than teams (e.g. 3 goalies playing across 2 teams) – Special Nights – Big Net Night, Old vs. Young, etc.
Stay on the lookout for Tomcat updates during the off season. Maybe a gather or two will occur. As always, send in photos of interesting places where you are at wearing Tomcat swag…love seeing the Tomcat name in places outside of Windsor/Essex County!
The 2025-2026 Windsor Tomcats season is officially in the books, and what a feral ride it’s been. From the youth injection that dropped our average age faster than a bad hangover, to four straight tied Tuesday games that had veterans questioning their life choices, we rolled into the annual April 18th tournament, known as Stevo’s Christmas, like a pack of slightly slower, beer-fueled tomcats ready to claw for glory.
The Kapusta Kow Palace woke up way too early (first ball drop just after 8:30am) and came alive with four captain-crafted squads, each rocking custom team names and slick shirts. Captains absolutely crushed the branding game, turning our ragtag crew into something that almost looked organized. Shoutout to Chevy – who went full hero and ordered gear for every single Tomcat.
Here were the battle rosters:
Soupy’s Sun Devils (the eventual champs, dripping in red-hot chaos): The Flower in net, Soupy, Rocky and Waldo locking down D, with Bullwinkle, Dilan (Falcon’s son – we’re calling him Escalade because the kid’s built like a luxury tank and rolls just as smooth), and Curly up front.
Chevy’s Backdoor Bandits (sneaky, slippery, and full of surprises): The Falcon in net, Sunny, Sweets (still channeling Walter Payton’s Sweetness with those silky hands), Chico, Chevy, The Professor, and Animal.
Big Ned’s Black Mambas (venomous and dangerous): Bender in net, Big Ned, The Foreman, Matador, Swifty, Kamikaze, and Shack.
Hobb’s Hooter Hunters (no explanation needed, and we’re not asking for one): Terror in net, Hobbs, LaBamba (Hobb’s future father-in-law ), Snowpants, Tonto, Killer, and Smiley.
Captains Chevy and Soupy take ceremonial ball drop from Stevo prior to the first game
Games were lightning-fast and stingy on the scoreboard thanks to all that fresh-legged youth we’ve been collecting, and stellar play from our slightly-less youthful slate of pipe minders. After the full round-robin (each team facing off once), Big Ned’s Black Mambas sat atop the standings, Hobb’s Hooter Hunters in second, Soupy’s Sun Devils third, and Chevy’s Backdoor Bandits bringing up the rear.
Then the playoff round-robin flipped the script. Soupy’s Sun Devils exacted revenge by knocking off Hobbs (after losing to them earlier). In the upset of the day, Chevy’s Bandits shocked Big Ned’s Mambas to punch their ticket to the final against Soupy’s crew.
The championship? A tense, low-scoring masterpiece. Soupy’s Sun Devils shut the door 2-0, claiming Stanley’s Cup in dramatic fashion. Bullwinkle was an absolute electric monster in those final two games – the kind of performance that makes veterans whisper “damn, maybe youth is over-rated.”
Post-tournament, the Palace stage turned into party central: beers flowing, pizza disappearing, and awards handed out with the usual mix of sincerity and savage chirps.
• The Finner Award (our rare, special-recognition trophy for going above and beyond) went to Killer. After missing last year’s tournament while battling cancer, he came back cancer-free, laced ‘em up, and reminded everyone why he’s a Tomcat legend. Standing ovation deserved.
• Most Gentleman Award to Smiley – played his ass off, ran hard, but never crossed into dirty territory. Class act in a league full of animals.
• MVP went to Bullwinkle for his game-changing heroics that helped Soupy’s hoist the Cup. The moose earned every cheer.
Legends The Rake and “The”President (Rocky is just “a” president) Stevo refereed the whole damn day like the pros they are – keeping chaos at a manageable roar.
Special shoutouts:
Sunny and his wife hooked everyone up with bananas and banana bread (because nothing says “recovery” like potassium after you’ve been running around like idiots).
Soupy organized the entire tournament and kept the beer and mixers stocked.
Hollywood for being the master of swag, and helping the Tomcats with the groovy team shirts.
Father, Son, Brother & Uncle
As the sun dipped, a big crew migrated to Terror and his now-nicknamed wife The Hero’s place – aka the Rog-Mahal, their MTV Cribs-level pool house. More drinking, epic food from The Hero, and Tomcats (plus a few brave wives) belting out terrible karaoke well into the night. Pure Tomcat magic.
Two of the most “elder” statesmenFuture Prez claiming his spot at the Rog-MahalThese youngsters ooze Tomcat spirit!Everyone wants to pose for a pic with The HeroTerror gets a ride on SwiftmobileNothing better than drinks and food with Tomcats!Roxy joins the group photo with The Hero
What a stellar way to cap the season. From sweaty Tuesday nights to this all-day war for Stanley’s Cup, the friendships, the chirps, the youth movement, and the unbreakable bond over beers on the Kapusta Kow Palace stage keep this litter strong.
Here’s to the 2026-2027 campaign. Stay classy (mostly), keep those claws sharp and TOMCATS FOREVER!
Odds were ‘not’ predicting a mini-tournament a mere 3 days from the ‘actual’ year end tourney – but here we are…. Quite frankly odds had it going 3 on 3 – with periods of maybe 5 minutes; simply so the after game ‘beverages’ could be enjoyed. And who could blame a Tomcat with temps near summer heat swells.
Despite Rocky’s warning of ‘taking it easy’ – these are Tomcats after all and games played were fiercely contested; despite unnamed goalies whispering they wouldn’t be trying ‘too hard’. Best part of the night – Falcon chirping the Terror, who showed up, but didn’t dress. When asked Terror simply said, ‘I’m saving myself for the tournament’. Secretly I think he was scouting his upcoming opponents shots.
Speaking of shots – as in celebration, or better yet future Tomcat calendar feature (Big seller I’m sure); check out the ‘other’ blog featuring the ‘thirst’ trap of a ‘younger’ sans shirtless Tomcat, who thanks to ‘bribing’ – I mean bringing a case of beer, plus his high goL output of the night made him the newest member to don the Tomcat ‘bling’.
Teams for the night attached as a photo. And while your wondering ‘Who won’, I noticed Yurri HANDZONMECAC
One final Tuesday night of hockey before the year end tournament, and boys did the tomcats go out with a bang! No, not the severe thunderstorm that struck later that evening, not the bass from La Bambas speaker, bumpin’ tunes all night, it was the play on the floor and the Tomcat camaraderie that made the made the night so special.
Tons of guys tonight, as players wanted to get one last run in before the big day. All in all, we had 19 runners and 3 goalies, which means a mini. Shout out to Shack, being called upon to play in net, he was prepared to go both ways, how “Greek” of him.
Hobbs Hobbits – Hobbs, Bullwinkle, Chevy, Big Ned, Chico, Killer, Falcon in Net
Swiftys Side Chicks – Swifty, Matador, Foreman, Professor, Animal, Curly, Skippy, Bender in Net
Waldo Wannabes – Waldo, Sunny, Soupy, Sweets, Smiley, La Bamba, Shack in net
A slightly different “Mini” format was played, as it was hot AF, and guys didn’t want to overdue it before Saturday. Okay each team once, 10 minute periods, and then the top 2 teams play for the final. No clue who ended up winning, but it was a good pace of games.
Afterwards on stage was where all the magic happened. For the first time in recent memory, the Tomcats ran out of beer. Almost 2 cases were drank tonight, which had soupy scrambling thru the empties to see if there was another bottle or 2 for the boys. No such luck.
A very worthwhile fine was handed out tonight, as the Waldo Wannabees were done early and craving a beer, veteran Sunny, stepped up and said, “Have a beer boys, I’ll bring the fine case on Saturday!” What a guy Sunny!
Topcat of the night was Curly, not necessarily for his play on the floor, but for the fact that he brought a case of Miller high life tonight, and we would have had an early night without that beer! He insisted on keeping his shirt off for the photo, and stated, “Willy Styles goes no tarp for his interviews, why can’t I?” The tomcats website will surely be flooded with middle aged ladies looking to sneak a peak at some young blood.
In case you didn’t know, Saturday is tournament day. It’s a fun filled day with plenty of laughs. Just remember, Stanley’s Cup is a big deal, but we all have to go to work tomorrow, have fun, play hard, but respect your fellow Tomcats. As mentioned tonight, if you haven’t brought a case of beer, feel free to bring some on Saturday, or a snack for the boys. It was thrown out tonight by the Terror, about a potential after party at his pool house, the Raj Mahal. We will confirm that before Saturday with details.
Tournament Details as follows:
Jersey Colours
Chevy – green
Soupy – black
Ned – yellow
Hobbs – white
Tournament Details:
Arrival: 8am
Tournament Start: 8:30am sharp
Costs:
$20 to your Coach/Captain (coaches to provide full amount for their team to Rocky)
$10 to Soupy for pizza
Game Schedule:
Home Visitor
Soupy Vs. Chevy
Big Ned vs. Hobbs
Team Photo
Big Ned vs. Chevy
Hobbs vs. Soupy
Chevy vs. Hobbs
Soupy Vs. Big Ned
Round Robin
Home Visitor
1 vs. 4
2 vs 3
Consolation Game
Championship Game
Each game is 2, 10 minute periods, championship game is 2, 12 minute periods
Everyone get a good rest in this week, and be all set for Saturday, I’m sure looking forward to Stevo’s Christmas, who knows, maybe he’ll even make an appearance…
Holy crease chaos, Batman! Last night at the Kapusta Kow Palace, the Windsor Tomcats did something rarely before seen in our 25+ years of floor-hockey debauchery: three goalies rotating through two teams every single period. The Falcon, The Terror, and The Flower all swapped sweaters like it was speed-dating night at the net. One minute you’re staring down Flower’s bloom, the next you’re getting Terror-ized, then Falcon swoops in for the save. First time ever, and it felt like we accidentally invented hockey’s version of musical chairs with pads.
The Tomcat algorithm continues to work its dark magic – teams so perfectly balanced they might as well have been separated at birth.
It was the second-to-last Tuesday night of the 2025-2026 season, the calm before the storm that is our annual Saturday tournament on April 18th. The ice (well, floor) was electric, the legs were fresh(ish), and the ties just kept coming. We’re now riding a ridiculous streak of four consecutive tied games. Last night delivered a pair of thrillers: a defensive masterclass 2-2 in Game One, followed by a wild 7-7 barnburner in Game Two. Some salty veterans are blaming the return of defensive wizard Kamikaze for sucking all the oxygen out of the first contest. The man’s basically a human vacuum cleaner – welcome back, you beautiful buzzkill.
Kamikaze lurks like the stealthy defender he is. Flower, Terror and Falcon are tourney ready!
Wearing White – Professor’s Prodigies (the brainy bunch with a side of chaos): The Professor dropping lectures and laser passes, Curly bouncing like a caffeinated slinky, Big Ned hauling the lumber, Swifty (like Andy Reid – big, steady, and somehow always in the right spot), Rocky (prez still pretending he’s not slowing down), Foreman barking orders, Soupy (VP and future emperor), and Kamikaze (the shutdown specialist making scorers cry).
Wearing Black – Waldo’s Wrecking Crew (the elusive and explosive): Waldo (somewhere… or is he?), Bullwinkle (who showed up early like a true hero and applied anti-dust cleaner to the floor – absolute legend move, someone get this moose a medal), Killer (still collecting souls in front of the crease), Tonto (lone ranger on a mission), Hobbs (think Fast & Furious – drifting, dominating, and probably illegally modified), Animal (unleashed and unfiltered), Chico (spicing up the zone), and Chevy (the evening’s hero).
Speaking of heroes, Chevy earned the freshly minted TOPCAT award for dragging his squad back from the dead in Game Two with some clutch scoring sorcery. He got to rock the official TOPCAT necklace on stage afterward like a furry, beer-soaked king. Well earned, you truckin’ beauty.
Chevy = TOPCAT
Post-game on the Palace stage, the usual suspects gathered for beers and bullshit. The big topics? Team strategy for the April 18th tournament and the rapidly dwindling beer inventory. Word to the wise, new guys (Curly, Foreman, Sweets, Dilly, etc.): the veterans are muttering about bringing back the old-school initiation – a full case of beer for every newcomer, just like the OGs had to pony up back in the day. Hint hint. Cough up or get chirped forever.
One final PSA before we wrap the regular season: Take it easy next Tuesday night, you animals. The tournament is literally the Saturday right after. No heroics, no diving into corners like it’s Game 7, and definitely no “one more shift” that ends with a trip to physio. We want everyone healthy, limber, and ready to fight for Stanley’s Cup – not watching from the sidelines with ice packs and regret.
Until next week’s final Tuesday tune-up, keep those claws sharp but the bodies intact. The Palace stage is waiting, the beer is (barely) flowing, and the tomcat legacy rolls on.
It was a steamy Tuesday night, with temperatures reaching 25 degrees in March, but that didn’t slow down the play. Another great turnout with 2 full teams, The games were fast, the boys trading goals back and forth all night. At the end of the night, there was no clear winner, as both games ended in a tie, 6-6 and 8-8 respectively. Some great teams selected by Soupy, as he was quick to point out after hockey, he’s not one to shy away from taking credit.
Curly Fries – Terror in Net, Sunny, Bullwinkle, Hobbs, Curly, Big Ned, Chevy, Professor, Tonto
Tuesday saw the return of Tomcats legends Sunny and Bullwinkle, both fresh off injury, and neither showed any signs of rust.
It’s seems the injection of youth has had an impact on the beer consumption, as stated by Sunny, “when I left a month ago, we were flooded with beer, and now we’re down to 1 case!” This is what we play for though, a cold one or 2 after on stage, great to see the tomcats staying and enjoying a beverage! Some say it’s because of Terror, some say it’s Matador, either way, I love to see it!
With that being said, if you missed your beer night, be sure to bring it out before the end of the year, we will need beer for the last few weeks and tourney. Or if you haven’t brought out a case for a while, well, you know what to do…
Topcat of the night went to The Professor, battling hard, blocking shots and even added a goal or 2, great work Prof! Here he is during his post game Snowpants interview…
Waldo, who was shut down for the night by his tournament captain Soupy, to rest up and not get injured before the big day, surprised the boys and showed up for some beers afterwards looking slick! Awesome to see him fitting right in!
Swifty with a great tee, ready for golf season!
Only 2 weeks of hockey left before the tourney, let’s finish the year off strong!
Well folks, its finally here, the day you all have been waiting for…tomcats Tourney Draft Day. 4 teams, 1 Stanleys Cup Champion, and a whole lot a great memories. We’ll get to the teams in a minute, but first, we’ve got to talk about the action on the Kapusta floor last night.
Terrors Tongue Ticklers – Terror in Net, Hobbs, Big Ned, Foreman, Chevy, Tonto, Snowy, Swifty, Shaft
2 full benches, and some of the best talent the Tomcats have seen in years. Rumour has it; the reason Soupy wanted to be a captain for the tourney was because he couldn’t take the shame of his draft stock plummeting to a bottom 4th rounder! 2 tight games with the Finger Bangers taking both games, 6-5 and 5-4 respectively. A new award was presented for the first time, the “Topcat of the Night” went to Big Ned, for his beauty dangles, and highlight reel goals, not to mention bringing out 2 new young players to play in the tourney and potential regular tomcats.
Terror sporting his new custom tomcats shirt
The real action happened afterwards with the long-awaited tourney draft. The 4 Captains joined center court and made their picks, with 4 of the closest teams in terms of talent in years. Speculation coming in was that some of the new youth this year would be first round picks, but the Captains choose 4 veterans over the young bucks to the lead their teams. The marquee 1st overall pick, Matador left no one surprised, with his tenacious drive on the floor, and top-notch play making; he was the undisputed number 1 coming in. Some might say, the Auston Matthews of the draft. A disgruntled soupy remarked, “he’s more like an Alexandre Daigle in my eyes!” I guess we’ll wait and see…
The teams are as follows…
Soupy’s Sun Devils
Waldo
Bullwinkle
Curly
Soupy
Dillon
Rocky
Flower
Hobbs’ Hooter Hunters
Hobbs
Snowpants
Tonto
La Bamba
Killer
Smiley
Terror
Big Ned Gators
Big Ned
Foreman
Shack
Matador
Swifty
Kamikaze
Bender
Chevy’s Backdoor Bandits
Chevy
Sunny
Professor
Sweets
Animal
Chico
Falcon
Looking forward to a great day! In case you’ve been living under a rock for the past 2 months, you’ll know that the tournament goes April 18, at 830 AM SHARP!
A new format will be used for this year where each team plays the other teams, then based on that result, teams will be ranked 1-4. We will then go into a Round Robin format (1 vs 4, 2 vs 3) and then play a consolation game for 3rd place, followed by the Championship. All games except the championship game will be 2, 10-minute periods. The Championship game will be 2, 12-minute periods.
Only 3 more weeks of hockey left before the tourney, let’s have some good turnouts to round out the year!
