October 21, 2026 | Wendell A. Barwood Arena | Whalers 8, Mustangs 4
Twelve goals. Three Whalers goals in 64 seconds. Two shorthanded daggers. One rookie finally off the career-goal schneid. And one 48-year-old defenseman who should probably have to pass a written exam before attempting another breakout.
Wednesday night at WABA delivered another glorious installment of the Upper Valley Hockey League's ongoing experiment in recreational athletics, poor decision-making, and grown adults taking their Wednesday evenings far too seriously.
The Mustangs came to play. They were aggressive, opportunistic, and apparently interested in winning a hockey game. Unfortunately, they also brought defensive coverage that occasionally resembled a kindergarten fire drill.
The Whalers, meanwhile, spent the opening period trying to remember how to play hockey before three kids decided they'd had enough of the adults screwing things up.
Just 85 seconds into the game, Dan “The Fenom” Fenton broke in alone. Colin “C-Money” Farr made the stop, establishing early that he was going to need every inch of his equipment and perhaps a licensed therapist.
At 11:38, the Mustangs received an early Christmas present from Kelly “Cement Boots” Park, UVHL founder, Whalers defenseman, and living argument against allowing league administrators to dress themselves. Park failed to clear the puck at his own blue line. Not a complicated play. Not an unfortunate bounce. Just an old-fashioned, Grade-A, artisanal turnover.
Trevor White kept it in, Mike “The Bike” Cimis collected it, and threaded a gorgeous pass through three Whalers to Will “The Thrill” Mudge at the far faceoff dot. Mudge hammered a nasty one-timer past Jered “The Condor” Condon.
1-0 Mustangs.
“I thought I had plenty of time,” Park reportedly explained. “Unfortunately, the puck disagreed, my legs disagreed, and three Mustangs disagreed. Other than that, I thought I made the right play.”
Park sucks. Moving on.
Condon made sure the deficit stayed at one with a spectacular windmill glove save on Cimis at 8:05 after a hard cut to the net and a dangerous tip in the slot. The Condor was apparently auditioning for Cirque du Soleil.
At 6:28, Logan “Wolverine” Caffrey moved the puck low to high, where Russ “The Bank” Teller fired a shot-pass toward the left side of Farr. It clipped a skate, found Cavan “Spider Legs” Benjamin, and the lanky menace jammed it through Farr's five-hole. 1-1.
At 3:42, Van “Wilder” Bailey and Mudge worked the puck down low while Lauren Williams pinched aggressively into the corner. Williams poked it back to Mudge, kept moving, collected the puck near the net and absolutely ROOFED it high blocker side, where Mama keeps the pickles, the Christmas decorations, and the good bourbon. 2-1 Mustangs.
The Whalers allowed themselves precisely 23 seconds to feel bad about it. Benjamin stole the puck high in the zone, Teller fired a shot that Farr saved, and Blaine Gour recovered the rebound behind the net. Gour found Teller in the slot again, and this time The Bank made a withdrawal from Farr's glove-side account. 2-2.
Four goals, four emotional swings, and still two periods left. Somewhere on the bench, Kelly Park was explaining how his turnover was actually part of a sophisticated offensive strategy.
Benjamin tripped Trevor White and the Mustangs went to work on the power play. White put their best chance directly into Condon's chest, which remains a notoriously poor place to shoot if your objective is scoring.
At 8:44, Mudge hooked Benjamin in the slot, giving the Whalers their turn with the extra skater. The kids started snapping the puck around, while Farr made three strong saves, charging out to challenge shooters and flopping around his crease like a largemouth bass that had just been thrown onto the floor of a fishing boat.
And after all that pressure, the Mustangs scored.
At 7:27, with the penalty expired, James “The Breadman” Baker gathered a loose puck in his own corner, accelerated through center ice, turned a Whalers defender and beat Condon far side from the bottom of the circle. 3-2 Mustangs. A terrific individual goal, and one The Condor would dearly love to have back.
“I thought he was going to pass,” Condon allegedly said. “Then I remembered it was James Baker, and that was a ridiculous assumption.”
At 5:31, Gour moved the puck to Caffrey covering the point. Caffrey found Benjamin down low, and Spider Legs curled into the slot before ripping a hard, low shot past Farr's blocker. 3-3.
Twenty-two seconds later, Williams carried the puck out from behind her own net toward the slot, where Benjamin stripped her clean. The puck landed on Caffrey's stick, and Wolverine fired a low missile through Farr's five-hole. 4-3 Whalers.
At this point, the Mustangs could have regrouped, called a timeout, or consulted a priest. Instead, they continued playing hockey.
Forty-two seconds later, Caffrey cycled the puck to Benjamin in the far corner. Benjamin fired a gorgeous pass across the crease to Gour, who was waiting at the back post with the kind of wide-open real estate normally reserved for failed shopping malls. Tap-in. 5-3 Whalers.
THREE GOALS IN 64 SECONDS.
Benjamin. Caffrey. Gour. Three kids who apparently decided to reenact the Soviet Red Army hockey team against a collection of exhausted Vermont taxpayers. Benjamin was everywhere. Caffrey looked like he'd stolen somebody's Xbox controller. Gour was finding open ice with the instincts of a golden retriever discovering an unattended cheeseburger.
“We just kept moving our feet,” Benjamin reportedly said. “Must be nice,” replied every Whaler over 35.
But the Mustangs refused to go away. At 2:42, White won an offensive-zone draw to Levi Vigh along the boards. Vigh moved it to Williams at the point, and she fired a quick wrister that White expertly tipped down past Condon. 5-4 Whalers.
Suddenly it was a hockey game again, wonderful news for spectators and terrible news for the collective cardiovascular systems of both benches.
At 11:57, Ben “All Swedish, No Finish” Rouillard picked up a loose puck in the neutral zone, outmuscled Cimis and delivered a beautiful pass to Fenton in the slot. Fenton found himself staring at an empty cage and, unlike Rouillard's occasional adventures in finishing, actually put the puck in. 6-4 Whalers.
“I was going to shoot it myself,” Rouillard allegedly explained, “but I figured Dan deserved a chance to experience what scoring feels like.”
Jason Yehle took an interference penalty on White on the next shift. The Mustangs' response: zero shots, zero sustained offensive-zone possession, and approximately two minutes of wondering why nobody was open.
At 9:48, Cimis tripped Benjamin. The Whalers possessed the puck on their own power play but didn't create much. Special teams had briefly become an exercise in skating around and contemplating mortality.
With 1:30 remaining, rookie Kyle Weeks tripped Mudge along the end boards. Trailing by two, with an offensive-zone faceoff and a power play, the Mustangs pulled Farr for the extra attacker.
Six attackers. One desperate push. One final chance to save the evening. What could possibly go wrong?
At 1:22, Rouillard won the defensive-zone faceoff back to Lochlan “Loch-Down” Park, stationed to Condon's left. Park fired the puck high off the glass, sending it approximately 200 feet toward the abandoned Mustang net. It traveled through the neutral zone, crossed the blue line and found the empty cage.
7-4 Whalers. Shorthanded. Lochlan Park's first UVHL goal.
Yes, really. The talented youngster spent his entire rookie season skating beautifully, generating offense, hitting posts and somehow failing to score. Then he discovered the foolproof method: remove the opposing goaltender and shoot from another zip code.
“I've been telling him all season to shoot more,” his father Kelly reportedly said. “Turns out I just needed to tell him to shoot from the other end of the rink.”
It was a beautiful father-son moment. Sources claim the elder Park immediately began explaining how his first-period turnover was essential to his son's long-term development.
With 32 seconds left, Ethan “Scribbles” Scribner tried moving the puck out, but Fenton intercepted it and broke two-on-one with Rouillard. Fenton fed Rouillard, whose return pass was disrupted by Williams, but the puck landed right back in Fenton's path. He walked into it and tucked it under Farr. 8-4 Whalers. Second shorthanded goal.
Nothing says “we're having a rough night” quite like surrendering two shorthanded goals in the final 82 seconds while desperately attempting a comeback.
For the Mustangs, Mudge was dangerous, Williams scored a beauty and helped create another, White was a constant problem, and Baker delivered an outstanding individual goal. Farr deserved better during stretches of this game. But you simply cannot surrender three goals in 64 seconds against this much speed and expect to escape with anything other than emotional damage.
For the Whalers, the story was obvious: the youth movement is no longer a cute subplot about talented kids learning to play with adults. It's a full-blown hostile takeover.
Benjamin, Caffrey and Gour were sensational. Condon did enough, Teller supplied timely offense, Fenton finished his chances, Rouillard created offense, and Lochlan Park finally got the monkey off his back.
Kelly Park also participated. Allegedly.
FIRST STAR: Cavan “Spider Legs” Benjamin — Whalers. Goals in the first and second, a crucial steal that set up Caffrey, and a gorgeous backdoor feed to Gour. The centerpiece of a performance that should be investigated by the Department of Labor for workplace bullying.
SECOND STAR: Logan “Wolverine” Caffrey — Whalers. A goal, multiple beautiful setups, and relentless energy. Caffrey played with the kind of youthful enthusiasm that makes older Whalers wonder whether their knees are supposed to make those noises.
THIRD STAR: Blaine Gour — Whalers. A gorgeous feed to Teller, a tap-in during the 64-second massacre, and endless energy. If falling down were an official statistic, Gour would lead the league in that category too.
Honorable mentions: Dan Fenton for two important finishes, Lauren Williams for her spectacular first-period goal, and Lochlan Park for discovering the secret to scoring: wait until the other team removes its goalie.
Goals scored: 12
Whalers goals in 64 seconds: 3
Mustang defensive breakdowns during those 64 seconds: Classified for national security reasons.
Shorthanded goals in the final 82 seconds: 2
Lochlan Park career goals: 1
Approximate distance of that goal: 200 feet
Kelly Park excuses: Unlimited.
There are games you win because you're better. Games you win because your goalie steals one. And games you win because three young guys decide they've had enough of watching the adults screw things up.
This was definitely the third kind.
The Mustangs played hard and made some beautiful plays. Then the Whalers' youth line happened. By the final buzzer, the Mustangs had surrendered eight, the Whalers had another win, Lochlan Park had his first career goal, and Kelly Park had another turnover to explain.
Some things change. Some things never will.
See you next Wednesday, you beautiful collection of aging degenerates.


