
| Name | # | Abs? | Goalie? | G | A | P | PIM | GA | W | L | T |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Name | # | Abs? | Goalie? | G | A | P | PIM | GA | W | L | T |
| Ryan Adams | 31 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 1 | ||
| Matthew Rochna | 4 | 0 | 2 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Andrew Gates | 2 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Tim Alderman | 18 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Michael Akins | 3 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Joe Korepta | 13 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Spencer Blatt | 16 | 2 | 0 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Jeremy Ruggiero | 27 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Ed Rose | 17 | 0 | 2 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Sean Kenney | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Jim Tassis | 7 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Galaxies Subs | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |

Galaxies 4, Cobras 4
(FHL - Sept. 15, 2025)
Reviewed in lukewarm admiration by a Pitchfork writer who spent 2004 listening to Ride B-sides and reading Baudrillard in dive bars
Like a forgotten b-side from a sophomore shoegaze act that never quite crested the wave they were chasing, the Galaxies and Cobras' 4-4 tie at the local rink last night was equal parts inertia and unexpected transcendence. You won’t find it on any year-end list, and it probably won’t end up in anyone’s Letterboxd diary, but for 45 minutes, it oscillated between collapse and catharsis with the delicate fuzz of a band learning how to plug back in.
The Cobras opened with a statement—the kind of confident, early-album burst that feels like it's heading somewhere definitive. Four goals up, they seemed to be painting in the broad strokes of an easy W. But like most early confidence in beer league hockey—and in 2000s post-shoegaze projects—the façade was thin. The Galaxies began their counterpoint with a power play goal from Blatt that arrived so suddenly off the faceoff, it felt like it had always existed, just waiting for someone to listen closely enough to hear it. In a league where most power plays feel like unused bonus tracks, this one hit like an outtake that deserved to be the single.
The comeback arc had its standout moment in Ed Rose—quietly working two assists into the narrative with the sort of unflashy efficiency that used to be called "veteran presence" before that term got co-opted by guys trying to relive their JV glory days. His decision to delay the pass until the Galaxies’ rep arrived from the bench—setting up a cannon from just inside the blue line—wasn't flashy, but it was undeniably savvy. If you were watching closely, you probably nodded and said “respect” under your breath. Rose plays like a man who lives close enough to the rink to know where the soft spots are in the boards and in the opposing defense—and he’s not wasting gas or passes.
Galaxies goalie Adams, meanwhile, played like a lo-fi producer trying to hold a crumbling track together with duct tape and reverb. Under constant pressure, especially after the score was tied, Adams kept the game from tilting into noise. Nothing fancy, just stop after stop, like someone keeping time behind a wall of distortion.
Tim Alderman, skating like a man haunted by mid-range equipment choices, blamed his underperformance on "defective skates," a claim that feels a little too on-the-nose, like a band blaming their disappointing live set on the venue's sound system. It tracks, but you can’t help but feel the truth is more existential than that.
Cobras’ Jasso, ever the agitator, got himself booted after his third penalty—a hat trick of poor decisions that felt inevitable, like the song you always skip when revisiting an otherwise solid EP. He was playing on borrowed time from the second infraction.
Ultimately, the tie felt less like a resolution and more like a fade-out. No big finale. No encore. Just a game that, like the genre it oddly echoed, thrives in the liminal space between collapse and comeback, between structure and feedback. If you were there, you probably won’t forget it. But you also might not be entirely sure what you watched. And that’s kind of the point.
Score: 6.8
—not bad for a tie that started like an album you thought you'd turn off halfway through.
| Name | # | Abs? | Goalie? | G | A | P | PIM | GA | W | L | T |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Name | # | Abs? | Goalie? | G | A | P | PIM | GA | W | L | T |
| Chris Deroche | 7 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Blake Smith | 16 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Jake Bradybaugh | 8 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Vincent Ceccarelli | 10 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Steve Upplegger | 9 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Zachary Cholette | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 1 | ||
| Nicholas Roberts | 19 | 0 | 3 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Ruben Jasso | 24 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 6 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Michael Ehred | 14 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Dan Vincent | 17 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Mark Heikkila | 18 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||
| Cobras Subs | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |