EPIC
You Lace Up The Skates,Put On The Gloves, Strap On The Lid, And Walk On To The Ice And It Doesn't Matter That You Failed A Test, Or Didn't Get The Girl,
But That Your World Is Perfect For The Next Couple Of Hours
Here's to faceoffs, saves, goals, assists, overtime, living on the road, cold rinks, early mornings, breakaways, making the big save , countless hours of practice, bag skates, puking, thousands of dollars, robbing d-men, important saves, broken twigs, new skates, packing bombs, dropping the mits, packing a dip, wheelin' broads, coaches, the addition of the letter "y" to the end of everyone's name, the word fuck, pick up, tape to tape sauce, let downs, miracles and most of all.. the game of 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 gasping 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 partys in the locker room always leave a lasting memory , because you're invincible once you step on the ice, because, one goal can make you smile all night, throwing out the hatty considers you unstopable, 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 would someone push themselves so hard? Because the feeling is second to none. House league, A, AA, AAA, JR.A, CHL, College, ECHL, AHL, European leagues and the NHL ... It's never been for the fucking money, it's not for the girls, and it's not for the fame. We play because we fucking love it.