Name: Steve Rhodes
Nickname: Moe, Tuffy, Dusty
Height: 5-8 1/2
Weight: Less than Monica Lewinsky, but not by much
Shoots: Tequila
Position: Player-Coach, except during the final two minutes of any half, given that my clock-management skills, ability to call time-outs, and memory of the actual score is not to be depended on with the game on the line. That's when we turn to Mike, the smart one.
Beer: Duff's Dark.
Background: First floor hockey playoff game was in 5th grade. We lost...played rink hockey with Mike Muyres in Minnesota. I sucked...played intramural ice hockey at the University of Minnesota, once made it through a full shift without falling down...once got knocked over by a slapshot that hit me square on the helmet; from my back I yelled: "Play on!"...unlike Marty, I do not love the ball. But I've learned to adjust...can be counted on to expertly program the jukebox after any game, win or lose...once held a broken stick in the direction of the ref and yelled: "Evidence!"