Hockey Is Life

He was the last pick for the Milford Flyers.
His tryout was inept and poorly executed. This is what he
always wanted, what he worked for, what he dreamt
about. He felt like a dolt for playing so horribly in a game
he loved. Hockey was his life, and it almost ended with the
shame of not playing again. He promised himself that he
would never let that happen again. He was full of gratitude
for being picked but apprehensive of what the other
teammates thought of him. His mind was in perpetual
thought of how to overcome the lack of skill he showed.
He hoped the coach would give him an opportunity to
show what he could do. As the year elapsed his skills
became an asset to the team. He could wrest the puck
from a player by receding and advancing with extraordinary
speed. He would use his glower to intimidate, and body to
camouflage what his hands would do with the stick and
puck. His body was in perpetual motion. When his first
attempt at making a goal didn’t work, he would improvise
by passing to another player. The crowd was a good
motivator for him. To get them involved he would agitate
them by deliberately being placid then being aggressive. He
would habitually ferret out an opponent’s weakness and
use this to the team’s advantage. This skill would serve to
increase the fervor of the crowed. The last game of the
season came all too quickly. He was nervous though
radiant in his previous accomplishments. He could not nor
would not forget his earlier affront to his pride. He knew
that he did not get this far alone. His team as well did most
of the work. He called the team together to confer on
strategy. The game began with negligible problems. He
kicked his skating into high gear and made some exemplary
moves. Before the other team could retaliate, he slapped
the puck home. The crowed at first was eerily silent but
then broke out into a tremendous roar. “LETS GO JOHN,
LETS GO!!!!!!!!!” It was like a rite of passage… His
dream come true.

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