Burning Up The Competition: Chicago Inferno Hockey

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(Scene Takes Place At Team Hotel)

*The five Inferno guys are all sitting at the hotel, bored after the days practice. Chad and Jordan Charles Jr are in Chad's room, watching sportscenter. Eric Follman is in the hotel lobby on facebook. Ron Marini and Brandon Ferguson are both in their own rooms, talking to their wives on the phone about their new team.*

Chad Fellers: *sighs* Sportscenter is always about the same shit. Yankees, Red Sox, Patriots, Jets, Giants, Bret Favre. East coast teams. Give us some love.

Jordan Charles Jr: I know, eh? I love it when we're in Canada and can actually watch TSN. They know what's up. Hockey all day, everyday.

*Chad and Jordan continue to watch Sports Center. The Top 10 plays of the day are now showing, but Chad's eyes are following the UHL headlines at the bottom of the screen. Chad let's out a scream as an Inferno headline passes the bottom of the screen.*



Chad Fellers: *fist pump* HELL YEAH!!! Crooms BACK! You'll love this guy Jordan. He's a funny as dude. *gets off his seat* I gotta go tell Eric. He'll love this. Where is his punk ass anyway?

Jordan Charles Jr: *laughs* I think he's playing Runescape or something in the lobby.

*Chad runs downstairs, skipping steps at a time. Chad wanted two things this off season. To sign Michael Croom, and to sign Kerin Mitchell. He is relieved to see one of the two guys making their return to the team. Chad finds Eric surfing through facebook on the hotel's lobby computer, with a few people waiting in line for their turn with the computer.*

Eric Follman: *looking at the people behind him, waiting to use the computer* You guys don't need this. Do you even know who I play FOR???.......The Chicago Inferno. So get outta here! Come back later! *Chad runs up to him, out of breath*

Chad Fellers: *panting* Damn, I need to do more cardio. I can barely breathe....but anyway man, guess who we just got?!

Eric Follman: Who man?...*mean mugs the people waiting again*

Chad Fellers: Michael Croo--

Eric Follman: *interrupts* WOOOOOOOO!!!! Croom was my best friend. He always made fun of me cause he loved me, ya know?

Chad Fellers: *small laugh* Yeah, *sarcastically* that's why.

*Chad and Eric talk about some of the stuff they did when Croom was on the team, and how much more fun the locker room was going to be now. Eventually Chad comes up with the idea to go out and celebrate his arrival at the bar. The guys get all ready, and Chad's phone starts vibrating. It's a call from the team owner, Victoria Hill. He quickly answers*

Chad Fellers: Hello?

Victoria Hill: *elegant tone of voice* Hi, Chad. I don't know if you have gotten the information in your little confined hotel, but we have signed former Inferno player Michael Croom to a contract. He will be arriving at the hotel shorty. please treat him with respect, even though I know it is hard for you all to do. That is all. Bye. *hangs up*

Chad Fellers: Wow, what a bitch. *changes attitude* BUT, she told me Croom will be here at the hotel tonight!

Eric Follman: Nice! He's gonna be so excited when he sees me!...Guess we're just gonna wait for him here than huh??

Chad Fellers: Yep. It just blows that it's raining, otherwise we could go outside and wait. *Sits down in couch, and turns on ESPN.*

Chad Fellers: Well, what do ya know?!? More Sports Center...*mumbles* dammit...

*Time goes by, as Chad and Eric wait in the lobby waiting for Michael Croom to arrive. The two get up from their couch when they see a taxi cab arrive at the front of the hotel, and out steps a 6"2, black man step out from the cab in the rain, smiling. It's Michael Croom..thats for sure. The two guys run outside into the rain to greet their missed teammate, who spent two years in Iraq, but is now returned. Croom notices the two, and releases a big smile and laugh.*

Chad Fellers: *hugs Michael Croom* Damn man, it's been too long. Why didn't you ever text or call me bro?!?

Michael Croom: *southern accent* Well shit man, I lost all my numbers when I got back from Iraq. I lost my phone when I was overseas. But dammmnnn, how have you guys been!?!

Chad Fellers: Fucking good man. We've got so much to tell you. You know anything of whats gone on since you've been gone?

Michael Croom: Nahh man, I got back probably a week ago, and I've been with family since. I've had no time to go look up the Inferno history.

Chad Fellers: Well, I'll have to show you our recap video than..It goes over what's gone on, and all the guys we've had. It's a really------

Eric Follman: *interrupts* Dude, CROOM!!! Wattup best friend!?! *grabs Croom, attempting to give him a bear hug*

Michael Croom: Ohhhh goddddd. Fuckin' Eric. Man, you look a little older now.

Chad Fellers: Guys, lets head inside. It's pouring out here, and we've got a lot to catch up about. I'll introduce you to the new teammates too.....

(Chad, Michael, and Eric, all soaked, head inside the hotel to catch up about everything that's gone on in Michael Croom's life while hes been gone. The team will feel much more lively now that the biggest character the Inferno has ever had is back, and hopefully to stay.)

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(Scene Takes Place In Team Locker Room, while the team is getting prepared for their ritual Saturday afternoon practice)

*The Inferno are as lively as ever, after Michael Croom's arrival. Chad, Eric, and Croom have been spending a lot of time catching up, and having a great time while doing it. The team is more upbeat than ever, and we can see that just by taking a look inside the locker room.*

Eric Follman: *shoots little rubber basketball into the small hoop, resting on manager Jordan Charles' door* That's an "E" for you Croom! That's right, I win! I eliminated you and Jordan! But Jordan sucks at everything so I'm used to beating him.

Michael Croom: *upset* That's some bullsheeeeetttt!!!

Jordan Charles Jr: Ehhh...lucky shot I guess.

Eric Follman: *cocky* I'm never lucky. It's pure skill.

Chad Fellers: *walks into the room to see Eric on top of the team bench dancing and fist pumping* okkkkayyy??? *Eric notices and gets off the bench quickly* Well guys, let's lace up the skates. It's time for our first team practice with Michael Croom at left defense. Just like old times....

Brandon Ferguson: *whispers to Ron Marini* This guy isn't taking my starting spot is he??

Ron Marini: Ahh I don't know man. He has been here a while. You might have to prove yourself off the bench.

Brandon Ferguson: *still mumbling* Fuck, thats bullshit.

*The team all lace up their skates, and head to the ice for a team practice. Michael Croom and Jordan Charles Jr. look to be the starting defensive pair for opening night. The Inferno still have yet to find their starting RW, however. The practice goes well, as coach Jordan Charles Sr is impressed for the most part. The team now heads back into the locker room to get ready for the night. Jordan Charles Sr. addresses the team briefly.*

Coach: Well guys, it looks like the team is really shaping up, and the regular season is just around the corner. We're going to have to take things seriously this year, as everyone out there are going to want to beat us, due to us being the defending champs. I've got some bad news however. Our owner, Victoria Hill, has limited the spending limit once again, meaning that you'll all be having roomates this season. So, I need to know whose pairing with who? This will not only be on the road, but at the team hotel as well.

Eric Follman: *quickly* I call Michael Croom!

Michael Croom: *quickly* NO you DON'T!

Chad Fellers: Croom you wanna pair?

Michael Croom: Sure man.

Eric Follman: FUCK! Dammit....*sighs* Jordan....you wanna room?

Jordan Charles Jr: Sure man.

Ron Marini: Brandon, you down?

Brandon Ferguson: Sure dude. I guess we have to pair. We're the only two left.

Coach: Alright, that's taken care of. She's also cut down on the amount of hot water for showering, person trainer experience, and much more. But this won't stop us like I've said in the past. We'll get through it, and make sure this bitch is out of here.

Michael Croom: *whispering to Chad* Damn, whoever this chick is, she sounds like a bitch.

Chad Fellers: *whispering* Definantly.

Coach: For now guys, take it easy. We don't want to get too buck wild, and wind up sitting on the bench for opening night. *looks at Michael Croom, smiling* Alright. Get outta here guys *retreats back to his office*

*The guys all take off their hockey gear, and meet at the middle of the locker room, as Chad explains whats going on for the night.*

Eric Follman: Alright fellas, I know coach said to relax until opening night, but fuck that. Croom's back, and we're celebrating.

Brandon Ferguson: *says to himself* Great, who cares that this guys back?

Chad Fellers: We'll be heading to Croom's choice of club for the night.

Michael Croom: That's wassup!! Imma pick that Elixir club that we always went to back in the day. Oh and Eric's paying for everything! He said it's his treat, right Eric?

Eric Follman: Uhhh...I guess?

Chad Fellers: Alright, let's get outta here.

*The team gets into their best clothes for the night, as they all will look to have a great Saturday night out in downtown Chicago. They all clean up, and head to parking lot together as usual.*

Eric Follman: We taking my car again?

Jordan Charles Jr: Sure, man. Croom hasn't rode in it yet. He'll love it.

Michael Croom: *talking to Chad* Wanna do it like the old times?

Chad Fellers: *laughs* Sure.

Michael Croom: *Grabs Eric by the back of the shirt, and points to the trunk* Hop in.

Eric Follman: *resisting* I'm not a rookie anymore man. Have Brandon ride in the trunk!

Michael Croom: Good idea. *throws Eric in the trunk*

*Michael Croom than looks at Brandon Ferguson, and rolls his eyes towards the trunk, hinting to Brandon to hop in. Brandon, clearly scared of Croom's 6"2 250 pound, presence, does as Croom wishes, and hops in the trunk with Eric.*

Michael Croom: *smiling* Have fun boys....oh and watch your fingers. *shuts the trunk...the entire rest of the team outside the car start laughing uncontrollably*

Jordan Charles Jr: *laughing hysterically* That's too great man! Pure gold.

Eric Follman: *from inside the trunk* Shut up, Jordan!!

Ron Marini: *laughing* Alright, let's get outta here guys.

Michael Croom: This man has got a point..I'm driving!

Eric Follman: *from inside the trunk* Oh, great. He gets to drive, too....

*Michael Croom sits himself in the drivers seat, while Chad sits passenger. Jordan Charles Jr and Ron Marini seat themselves in the back seat comfortably, while Eric Follman and Brandon Ferguson lie in the trunk, practically on top of eachother*

Eric Follman: *from inside the trunk* move your leg you bastard.

Brandon Ferguson: No dude, move yours!

Eric Follman: Look dude, I've been on this team for like five years. I'm respected arond here....so back off! *Brandon moves his leg*

*Croom slams on the pedal, making sure Eric and Brandon feel a bumpy ride into downtown Chicago.*

Ron Marini: *laughing* Hey a speedbump! Hit it!

Michael Croom: *smiles as he drives into the speed bump* I like this guy already.

*The guys arrive downtown at Club Elixir ten minutes later. Michael and the crew get out of the car and open the trunk, letting Eric and Brandon out. The team walks up to the door, skipping the line. Now that the Inferno are Champions, things like waiting in line aren't necassarry.*

Chad Fellers: *puts his hands out stopping the guys from passing him* Alright fellas. Let's have a great night! *puts his hands down*

Michael Croom: I'm thinking about filling one thing on my bucket list tonight guys....

Brandon Ferguson: What would that be?

Michael Croom: To have sex with a white chick. It's never happened. I've only done it with the black girls, a few mexicans, and a hand full of asians. But never a white girl. I'm changing that tonight.

Brandon Ferguson: *shaking his head* If you say so....

*The guys walk into the club, to notice it's just as lively and exciting as it was three years ago when Michael Croom and the guys would party here every chance they got. It's unusual that the guys got a chance to party on a Saturday night. The team warms up by heading to the bar and taking shots provided by Eric Follman. Than, a few of the guys hit the dance floor, while Brandon Ferguson and Jordan Charles Jr sit at a table together, and start up a conversation. Jordan Charles Jr. appears to be drunk after only one shot.*

Jordan Charles Jr: *smiling, as he removed his ID from his wallet* I love my fake ID. I forgot to thank Croom for getting me one of these so quickly.

Brandon Ferguson: Dude are you drunk already?

Jordan Charles Jr: *slurring his words* Umm...yeah dude. Me and my Dad are lightweights man. We can't hold our liquor. He told me some funny stuff about when he used to drink with Chad, Eric, and Michael Croom when he played for the Inferno.

Brandon Ferguson: Well liven up man, or you're not going to make it through the night.

Michael Croom: Why are you over here anyway? Go over there and talk to the girls.

Brandon Ferguson: *nervous* Ehh...no man. *lying* I get so many ladies back home....that I don't have to get them here.

Jordan Charles Jr: Sure ya do, virgin.

Brandon Ferguson: *voice gets quiet* How'd you know?

Jordan Charles Jr: I might be drunk, but I'm not an idiot. I can tell. It's obvious.

Brandon Ferguson: Just don't tell the other guys, please?

Jordan Charles Jr: *laughs* Sure.

*Chad, Ron and Eric head back to the table. Chad and Eric have girls on their arms, as Ron is in a relationship he doesn't want to mess up with team owner Vicoria Hill. Michael Croom is no where to be found. For now, the guys ignore it, as most of them are either drunk or trying to get laid.*

Jordan Charles Jr: *laughing* guess what, guys?!

All the guys, excluding Brandon Ferguson: What?

Jordan Charles Jr: This guy...*points at Brandon* is a virgin. He told me....isn't it cute??

Ron Marini: *laughing* That's why you didn't come to the dance floor with us?! Scared to meet a little Chicago hottie are ya? *bursts into laughter*

Eric Follman: *laughing* Noob. What a ***....

*The guys contine to rag on Brandon for being a virgin, while Chad slowly walks away from the group, to look for Michael Croom. It is his night after all.*

Chad Fellers: *to himself* Where could that bastard be....??

*Chad walks around a little more..but to no avail. Chad whips out his phone, and texts Croom "where you at man?". He waits a minute, than gets a reply. "With a white chick mayneee. Told u bout the bucket list! It's happenin as we speak! I'm upstairs...Room 22...this girls a FREAK! Come on up. We're almost done." Chad, smiling at the text, walks up the stairs to the VIP rooms. Chad gets to room 22, and knocks on the door. Croom, smiling answers the door. Chad notices the girl he was with, and his jaw drops.*

Chad Fellers: *whispers to Croom* Dude.....that's Victoria Hill!

Michael Croom: *loses his smile* Oh, shit.

(TO BE CONTINUED.)

[CHAD0034]

Inferno Sign LD, Dustin Thompson


The Chicago Inferno have big expectations for Thompson

Chicago, IL- After securing some solid bench players in Brandon Ferguson, Ron "The Goat" Marini and Michael Croom the Chicago Inferno have locked up what could be their final piece to repeat as UHL Champions.

Left Defenseman, Dustin Thompson and the Chicago Inferno have come to terms and a deal has been agreed upon and Thompson will report to practice immediately, though terms of the deal have not been released to the public.

The 27-year old defenseman out of Boston College has been a journeyman in the NHL playing for such teams as the Toronto Maple Leafs, Washington Capitals and Philadelphia Flyers where he played alongside Chris Pronger.

Thompson will join the first defensive line along with sophmore, Jordan Charles Jr.

The Inferno will have some work to do as they only have a matter of days until the season starts, will Thompson be ready?

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[size=x-large]--Inferno Finish With Big Third Period, Win 4-1--[/size]


Eric Follman had a big game on offense this game, getting his first career hat trick

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[size=large]BST- 0 | 1 | 0 || 1
CHI- 0 | 0 | 4 || 4
Goals: C.Fellers(1), E.Follman 3(3)
Assists: J.Charles(1), C.Fellers 2(2), E.Follman(1)[/size]

Chicago, IL- The Inferno's fifth annual season is underway, and the Inferno made sure they did things tonight in big fashion. They led off the game with opening ceromonies, including the championship banner lift from last season. Than, play got underway. Chicago was a bit slow at first, but got extremely hot late in the game, as they scored all four of their goals in the third period.

EA Sports: GM1

[size=large]1) Eric Follman 3 G 1 A

2) Chad Fellers 1 G 2 A

3) Jordan Charles Jr. 0 G 1 A [/size]


Chicago Inferno: 1-0-0[/align]

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[size=x-large]--Chicago Loses In Second Game, 4-2--[/size]


Eric Follman had a big game on offense this game, getting his first career hat trick

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[size=large]XDS- 1 | 1 | 2 || 4
CHI- 0 | 1 | 1 || 2
Goals: C.Fellers 2(3)
Assists: J.Charles(2), E.Follman(2), D.Thompson(1) [/size]

Chicago, IL- As Chicago enters its second game of the season, fans hope to see another Inferno win. Unfortunately, they didn't get that tonight, as Chicago lost a game against a tough team, 4-2.
Chicago looked as if they were going to come back, after a tough goal off the stick of Jordan Charles Jr into his own net, and another breakaway goal. But the Inferno will just have to go out there next time and play their game.

EA Sports: GM2

[size=large]1) Nachos 2 G 1 A

2) Justin Karp 2 G 1 A

3) Chad Fellers 2 G 0 A [/size]


Chicago Inferno: 1-1-0[/align]

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(Scene Takes Place In Downtown Chicago Club, In VIP Room after Chad finds Michael Croom)

*The Inferno have been partying it up tonight in the club. As Michael Croom said before the night started, he wanted to check off an accomplishment on his bucket list. That being, "bang a white chick". He can cross that off, but this was not the way Croom wanted to do it. Chicago Inferno team owner, Victoria Hill, is refreshing herself in the bathroom, while Michael Croom chats with Chad at the door of the VIP room. Chad tells Croom that it was indeed Victoria Hill who he was in the room with, and immediately Croom knows this is a bad situation. Victoria is currently dating Inferno goalie Ron Marini, who has no idea this is going on.*

Chad Fellers: *paniced* Yo, we gotta get you outta here. Ron cannot find out about this. He'll kill you man.

Michael Croom: *nods his head* Exactly. Let's get outta here.

*Michael Croom quickly looks around the room, picking up all his items of clothing that lie on the floor. He gathers them, and as he does, Victoria Hill slightly turns around at Croom, giving him a small smirk as Croom leaves the room. She is up to something, that's for sure.*

Chad Fellers: Dude, let's get back to the hotel. I've seen enough for one night.

Michael Croom: Definantly....

*Chad and Croom head back to their room at the hotel, while Jordan, Ron, and Brandon all sit inside the club. Eric is still passed out in the backseat of his car. On their way back, Chad explains to Croom how Ron Marini is dating Victoria Hill. For now, Chad and Croom vow not to tell anyone what happened, but they have an eerie feeling everyone will be finding out shortly. They head to sleep. The night goes by, and Michael Croom wakes up to his phone ringing. He immediately think it's his fiance back home, but as he looks at the number, he does not recognize it.*

Michael Croom: *answers the phone* Hello?

Ron Marini: *angry* Yo what the fuck do you think you were doing with my women last night?

Michael Croom: *playing dumb* Who is this?

Ron Marini: Don't play dumb you fuck. You know who it is. You're gonna pay for what you did. Mark my words....

*Michael Croom, not thinking and hungover, hangs up the phone and puts his head back onto his pillow, falling asleep quickly. Chad, fast asleep across the room, has no idea what just happened as well. The two rest for about an hour, and awake to a loud bang on the door.*

Michael Croom: What the fuck was that?....*pause*....*BANG*

Chad Fellers: Dude, someone's hitting the door with something!

Michael Croom: *knowing who it is* Crazy bastard!

Chad Fellers: Who you talking about?

Michael Croom: Dude it's Ron. He must've found out about last night somehow.

Chad Fellers: FUCK! I knew that chick was up to something the way she smiled at you when we were leaving last night...*BANG*....I think it's a bat he's hitting it with or something.

Ron Marini: *shouting* Open up you bastard!

Michael Croom: *calm, peeking through door hole* Bro, you're gonna have to drop that bat if you want in here. We need to talk.

Ron Marini: *playing along* Whatever, fine. *drops bat*

*Michael Croom waits a moment, than opens the door. Ron stands there, looking at Michael Croom for a second. His eyes start to fill with rage. Croom notices and attempts to slowly shut the door back on Ron, but Ron grabs the door, pushes himself inside, grabbing the bat in one motion and swinging. He knicks Croom in his left eye, leaving an immediate black eye. Croom quickly changes the momentum of the fight, as he lands a quick jab to the jaw of Ron, knocking him out cold. Croom gets up off the floor, mad at himself for letting Ron inside the room.*

Michael Croom: Dammit, I knew I shouldn't of let the dude in here. I needa go talk to this chick. She obviously told him what happened.

*Michael makes his way out of the hotel, black eye in tact, and to Inferno Headquarters. He leaves it to himself to walk to Victoria Hill's office, and let's himself in. Victoria is seen sitting at her desk on the phone as usual. She notices Croom entering her office.*

Victoria Hill: *to the person on the phone* I'm gonna have to call you back...bye.

Michael Croom: Why didn't you tell me?

Victoria Hill: What do you mean?...*gets up from her seat, and makes her way to Croom, touching his black eye* Awww...did someone find out what happened between us?

Michael Croom: Why'd you tell him?

Victoria Hill: I didn't tell him. He just happened to recieve one of the few pictures I took last night of our good time on his phone. *sarcasticlly* I wonder who could've done that?

Michael Croom: You son of a bi----

Victoria Hill: *interrupting Croom* Now, watch what you say here. You're contract or playing time could be on the line right here....*pauses. Victoria walks over to her desk again, and grabs a picture of her smiling brightly on the strip of Las Vegas* You know, I've always loved Las Vegas. The lights, the people, the money. It's a shame we're stuck in this town isn't it?.....I mean, let's say we happen to have a few bad seasons in a row. You think they'd let us move to Las Vegas?...*Croom stands speachless* I think they would. Than, I could release all of you bums and start my own team. A team in the greatest city in the world.....Not this piece of trash city....*she puts the picture back down, and sits back in her seat*...Now, Michael if you'd like to leave, I have much work to do.

Michael Croom: *turns around, leaving, and mumbles* Bitch.....

[Michael Croom heads back to the hotel. Team practice is only two hours away, and man o' man is this next practice going to be awkward for more than just one person. Victoria Hill looks like her plan is working....to dismantle the team]

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[size=x-large]--Chicago Goes To 1-2-0, With 1-0 Loss--[/size]


The Inferno didn't have many chances to score in this one

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CHI- 0 | 0 | 0 || 0
Goals:
Assists: [/size]

Chicago, IL- Chicago, after winning their first game looked a little tired in game number two. Tonight, in game number three, Brandon Ferguson made his Inferno debut on defense.
The Inferno just couldn't get any offense going tonight, as they only totalled four shots through two periods, and tallied six shots in the third.

EA Sports: GM 2

[size=large]1) Henry Adams 1 G 0 A

2) Shane Wayne 0 G 1 A

3) Jay Truse 0 G 1 A [/size]


Chicago Inferno: 1-2-0

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[size=x-large]--Inferno Tie Game Up With 7.7 Seconds Left, Win In OT 2-1--[/size]


A big overtime gave the Inferno their second victory of the season

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[size=large]CV2- 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 || 1
CHI- 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 || 2
Goals: E.Follman(4)
Assists: C.Fellers 2(4), D.Thompson(2) [/size]

Chicago, IL- After back to back losses, the Inferno needed a good win tonight. The entire game Chicago outplayed the opposing team, even down 1-0 late in the third. Chad Fellers than shot a wrister high, hitting the goalies glove, and going right to Eric Follman, who got the rebound in to tie the game at one.
In OT, a good faceoff win to a slapshot ended up winning the game for the Inferno.

EA Sports: GM 4

[size=large]1) Chad Fellers 0 G 2 A

2) Eric Follman 1 G 0 A

3) Adam Kennedy 1 G 0 A [/size]


Chicago Inferno: 2-2-0

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[size=x-large]--Triple OT Game Goes Inferno Way, 3-2--[/size]

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Chad Fellers jumps against the boards after scoring the game winner on a deflect

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[size=large]ADH- 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 || 2
CHI- 0 | 0 | 2 | 1 || 3
Goals: C.Fellers 2(5)
Assists: E.Follman 2(5), J.Charles 2(4) [/size]

Chicago, IL- Chicago, off to a mediocre 2-2-0 start, looked for a good home game tonight, and they got just that. This ended up being a great game to watch, as the Inferno tied it up, and got the go ahead goal late. With only 6 seconds remaining the Adult Hockey team tied the game, bringing it into OT.
In triple OT, off the opening faceoff, Jordan CHarles Jr took a slap shot, deflected by Chad Fellers, who won the game.

EA Sports: GM 5

[size=large]1) Chad Fellers 2 G 0 A

2) Jordan Charles Jr 0 G 2 A

3) Eric Follman 0 G 2 A [/size]


Chicago Inferno: 3-2-0