<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376155</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:35:59.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Club</title><subtitle type='html'>Documenting the Corvallis Hockey Club</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hockeyclub.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hockeyclub.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hockey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05871259138636820774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376155.post-28561539882995039</id><published>2007-09-29T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T00:17:13.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sweet.  I remembered the password.  Now I just need some hockey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5376155-28561539882995039?l=hockeyclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/28561539882995039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/28561539882995039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hockeyclub.blogspot.com/2007_09_23_archive.html#28561539882995039' title=''/><author><name>Hockey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05871259138636820774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376155.post-107584797365009301</id><published>2004-02-03T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T14:49:42.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, after a long hiatus, Andrew "Carter" Carsten is back and so is hockey club.  Tym got the school to enable the floodlights so that we can resume our weekly thrashing of one-another.  The team I was on (andrew, tym and myself) probably won, but it was a long, and difficult fight.  nobody really sustained any serious injuries, but i do have a large bruise that i don't remember receiving and paul really got hard-core locomotive style on me at some point.  it was breezy and cold with a little misting of rain at the beginning.  it felt like a flawless hockey club.  like it was the way it's supposed to go.  except bryce left early and paul bounced the ball off the bars of the goal and subsequently sent it flying.  i didn't make any cool goals, just a few unguarded up-close ones and some assists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the teams and the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;andrew&lt;br /&gt;tym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paul&lt;br /&gt;bryce&lt;br /&gt;dave&lt;br /&gt;(amanda after bryce left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the usual quickly taken photographs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~tsehrer/hc/h4/118-1896_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~tsehrer/hc/h4/118-1897_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~tsehrer/hc/h4/118-1898_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~tsehrer/hc/h4/118-1899_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~tsehrer/hc/h4/118-1900_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~tsehrer/hc/h4/119-1901_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~tsehrer/hc/h4/119-1902_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5376155-107584797365009301?l=hockeyclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/107584797365009301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/107584797365009301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hockeyclub.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107584797365009301' title=''/><author><name>Hockey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05871259138636820774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376155.post-106671682393631554</id><published>2003-10-20T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T23:13:43.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, we just had another fine hockey club meet (well, last thursday).  It will be Andrew's last hockey club for quite some time as he has to work thursday nights at the ole' lewisburg store out in the pretend town of Lewisburg (about 3 square blocks of secessionist corvallisites).  It started off John, Trevorski, Andrew, David, Jive, Paul, Dave and Josh.  David and John eventually left (David to who knows where and John to Northwest Royale at the Fox) and Tym showed up to fill in the gaps.  That one woman who played goalie once or twice showed up too and then disappeared.  The game went well (especially for my team -- Andrew, Paul, Me and John..I think) with Andrew scoring over a dozen goals and I got one or two.  The game ended when I whacked the ball too hard as a joke and blew the goal apart (not hard to do) with my stick (I was close, sue me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone eventually left and all and I went over to Dave's house and chilled until I decided it was time to go to Bryce's house for his okanomiyaki (japanese pizza/omelette deal) feed.  I had tons of fun there, being a total nerd, hanging out with friends and eating until I almost puked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be doing alright...Dave and Ursula are moving soon to the isle-de-east-coast suburbia in southwest corevalley.  Tym &amp; Marty have a kid on the way, Naomi just had hers (cute!!!).  Ben &amp; Sarah now live with Der Amandrew and Sarah's brother Gabe in the late-80s nouveau riche part du towne (le walnutte) in a wonderful townhouse on a cul-de-sac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce and Rachel seem right as rain (and some other analogies involving lagomorphs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John enjoys the company of his girlfriend, and likewise, she enjoys his company.  They also seem right as rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Paul is still one of the most compassionate, insightful people I know, even if he is a nicotine-powered rumor mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is out and around, and I'd certainly like to chill with him some time to have more to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh Gates is still playing music and still paying only $100 a month in rent (*jealous!*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know too much about Jive currently, but he comes to hockey and kicks ass, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I left anyone out, I didn't intend this to be a social circle update!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out homeskillets-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the narrator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5376155-106671682393631554?l=hockeyclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/106671682393631554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/106671682393631554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hockeyclub.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106671682393631554' title=''/><author><name>Hockey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05871259138636820774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376155.post-106455275349595011</id><published>2003-09-25T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T22:05:53.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, hockey club is over for another week.  We've been playing at 6pm lately, to combat the diminishing daylight as winter approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, time to get all indignant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been some drama lately between two very important members of hockey club (nay, founding members!).  So much drama in fact, that our own Icing Champion, Lord of the 40-foot Hat Trick, The Russian-Canadian-Halfling-Who-Is-Not didn't show up to hockey club tonight.  And we missed him.  He did lose his hard disk recently and so he must reconstitute his legal mp3 collection, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing hockey club is missing out on adventure, intrigue, battle scars and good times.  The accumulation of static data shouldn't take a second seat to an instrinsically dynamic, never-will-this-happen-again event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe it should.  Time to grieve, I suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5376155-106455275349595011?l=hockeyclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/106455275349595011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/106455275349595011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hockeyclub.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106455275349595011' title=''/><author><name>Hockey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05871259138636820774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376155.post-95211397</id><published>2003-06-02T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T16:40:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src ="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~tsehrer/hc/everyone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crikey! Here's a pack of wild pasty's found in a nearby tennis court! Look at the jowels on them! By word, I'm gonna make sure the wifey won't try massaging any rectal cavities today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;-Steve Irwin a.k.a. &lt;I&gt;The Crocodile Hunter&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5376155-95211397?l=hockeyclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/95211397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/95211397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hockeyclub.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95211397' title=''/><author><name>Hockey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05871259138636820774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376155.post-95091982</id><published>2003-05-30T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T12:18:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, another hockey club has come and gone.  This time we had Lil'Paul, Andrew, Trevor, John, Dave, and Gabe.  Trevor and Andrew led the scoring with at least 6 points each.  With everyone else at least getting a shot in, or four (paul!).  Dave practiced his mad icing skills and made some shots all the way across the court.  Trevor followed one of those up with an across-the-court goal as well, remarking, "how do you like them apples?"  Andrew was tired due to helping out at Gabe's parents house earlier in the day, so he was not the locomotive he usually is.  Also, Tym didn't show, so Trevor was less frightened of being squished by a bug (still had tired Drew); this probably contributed to his mad scoring (2x average).  Gabe's wife was also there, taking in the game as a spectator.  Nobody was really injured, I think, although I heard that Andrew almost got his nose broken during a pre-game soccer exhibition.  At any rate, on the with poorly shot pictures (bad lighting/sweating people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~tsehrer/hc/hockey3/dave3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~tsehrer/hc/hockey3/paul4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~tsehrer/hc/hockey3/trev1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5376155-95091982?l=hockeyclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/95091982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/95091982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hockeyclub.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95091982' title=''/><author><name>Hockey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05871259138636820774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376155.post-95056709</id><published>2003-05-29T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T17:04:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's episode of hockey club is brought to you by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~tsehrer/hc/np.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later...  gotta run to c-town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-t-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5376155-95056709?l=hockeyclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/95056709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/95056709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hockeyclub.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95056709' title=''/><author><name>Hockey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05871259138636820774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376155.post-95045273</id><published>2003-05-29T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T11:46:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~tsehrer/img1/huh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this photo was taken at a post-hockey club social gathering atop mary's peak. the creature in the photo was seen attaching itself to several passers-by, demanding rare type AB positive blood, and in some cases snack cakes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hockey club members were able to sedate the creature long enough to take this startling photograph as it menicingly stared into the eye of the camera, eager to feast on a small child nearby."  &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;--Dr. J.M. DiFonzo, no relation to creature.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5376155-95045273?l=hockeyclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/95045273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/95045273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hockeyclub.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95045273' title=''/><author><name>Hockey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05871259138636820774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376155.post-94807450</id><published>2003-05-23T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T16:50:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there.  Second issue of the hockey club blog.  here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~tsehrer/hc/dave1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave, looking confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~tsehrer/hc/amanda1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, our staff photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~tsehrer/hc/tim_andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tym making Andrew cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~tsehrer/hc/paul2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul saying how he always ends up in pictures like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~tsehrer/hc/lpaul.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a pic of paul from last week without his goatee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happend this game, but it was intense.  more and more it seems as though people are pushing themselves.  this tends to make are games shorter, especially when it's as hot as it was yesterday.  no one was hurt, although i did get some of paul's blood on my leg and a hockey ball sized welt on my chest from amanda's deft ball-striking, northwest of my left nipple.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next week, or when someone else posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-t-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5376155-94807450?l=hockeyclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/94807450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/94807450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hockeyclub.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94807450' title=''/><author><name>Hockey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05871259138636820774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376155.post-94068026</id><published>2003-05-09T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T12:14:51.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the first hockey club blog entry.  Come back after every Thursday to see what has been added!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5376155-94068026?l=hockeyclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/94068026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376155/posts/default/94068026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hockeyclub.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94068026' title=''/><author><name>Hockey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05871259138636820774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
