Ouch

Today was a day that hurt. Not physically, no I feel just fine (besides the usual exhaustion). No, today hurt the pride.

Freakin' OUCH!

The first five, count 'em, FIVE shots I took were 5 goals. Yup, I said it, five for freakin' five. It didn't really bother me at the time, because I get in a weird zone when I'm between the pipes where I really don't give a rip if goals go in. I figure it happens, ESPECIALLY to players with less than 30 days on the ice in their entire life!

Nonetheless, now, sitting at home, it stings a bit. I'm trying to over-analyze the saves I didn't make, and I realize THAT is a slippery slope to start sliding down, so I'm not going to anymore...

Nope...

Not any more...

Alright FINE, I'm still dwelling! What the hell, man!? I mean, granted, my first five shots were three breakaways, a 2 on 0, and one 3 on zero, but still man, even fate should have helped me there!

Blah, regardless, I'll figure it out eventually. One BIG flaw I've noticed that I have is on breakaways, often I'll skate out between the face-off circles, to challenge the shooter, that much I've gotten good at. Skating backwards with them, I'm alright. However, where I get beat are the quick dekes, and the snapshots through the five hole. What happens is I'm skating backwards quickly, matching their speed, but I'm SO close to them that if they cut outside of me, I open my legs to move, and they snap it through before I can drop to my butterfly.

Any tips on this? Its killing me, and letting in (no exaggeration) 65% of all the goals I allow. Any help at all?