i love this sport. if you read this and know me in real life, sure im a small guy, but i don't care, no matter how many times i get knocked down, im always going to get back up, and you better believe im not going down without a fight either. i guess i use these hits as my own personal fight club, these hits heal me, they idk they make me feel alive. the sport makes me feel alive.
as soon i step into that hockey locker room, greeted by my team mates, my other family, its like nothing else is going on in the world. looking from where i sit, i see the 2 silliest mother fuckers i know, brett and craig, i can always count on them for a good laugh. whether its playing tag on the ice during a game, because we're up so high, or whether its the fact that we're down 5, and they still try their asses off, and play tough and physical, and always end up knocking some douchebag on their ass.
keep lookin around and you see arthur, this guy, he can really put a shot in the back of a net, and on the ice hes one scary ass motherfucker, but i can almost guarentee off the ice this guy wouldn't hurt a fly, hes not the smartest fellow, but he sure is one of my best friends and team mates.
then the goalie ian, hes a noob to the team, i can't really say much being a new player myself. this kid is something else, even though sometimes he lets in easy goals, and takes the blame for it, its mostly not his fault. but he takes it the pressure and uses it to help shape him up into a better goalie. this kid has heroes and dreams, and im glad that i'll be playing with him for the next 2 years.
when i stop on the ice with these guys, its just pure chemistry. i have not one other thought in the world, my mind is set on the game. when im gliding on that ice, and you feel that cool refreshing breeze, its like its refreshing your brain and putting you in an unstoppable coma of greatness.
That's Hockey to me.
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<3 I had a dream that I played hockey, it was br00t4l as hell.
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