| Hockey:
The cockiest,dirtiest,most irresponsible group of athletes in the
world.We'll do anything and come back to tell his teammates about
it.Live the dream until they are 35 then realize they never made
it.Ladies love us,guys want to be us,we are the soul of the
universe.You lace up the skates,put on the gloves,strap on the
helmet,and walk on to the ice and nothing else matters.It doesn't
matter that you failed a test,your girl is bein a bitch,or that you got
a ticket on the way there...you're world is absolutely perfect for the
next couple hours.Here's to faceoffs,goals,assists,overtime,livin' on
the road,cold rinks,early mornings,breakaways,goin' top shelf,countless
hours of practice,bag skates,thousands of dollars,dangling d-men,big
hits,broken twigs,new skates,packin' bombs,wheelin'
broads,coaches,adding the letter "y" to the end of everyone's last
name,the word "fuck",pick up,fights,let downs,miracles and most of all
- the game, Hockey.Why?Why do we skate back and forth night after
night?Skating so hard we throw up. Skating so hard your heart beat
rings in your head,while your lungs are grasping for air.Late
nights,early mornings,Friday nights,Saturday evenings,broken bones,torn
muscles and deep bruises.We skate through it all.Because we live off
our adrenaline,because the game frees your spirit,because the party in
the locker room is fine,because your invincible once you step on the
ice,because a shot can make you smile all night,sniping the twine,the
rattling of the boards,the feel of the puck,and skates carving into the
ice is a rhythm to live by,because its possible to skate fast enough to
leave all your worries behind.Sweat is the cologne of our
accomplishment.Why?Why would someone push themselves so hard? It's not
for the money, it's not for the girls, and it's not for the fame. We do
it because we love it. |
