The Hockey Dressing Room:
People on the outside world cannot understand what happens in a hockey dressing room. The word chemistry is often used to describe what lurks behind the walls of a tight knit hockey room. If you talk to most players who win championships, they talk of the blood and guts, the second efforts, but most importantly they point out the chemistry in the room. From the day training camp starts, players are thrown together from all parts of the globe. Once the team is made, this is now your second family. You will bleed with these teammates, you will win and you will lose with them, but most of all they will become your best buddies in the world. These are the guys you have to trust – not only on the ice but off the ice as well. When your flying up the ice and you hear a “heads up Channy!”, and you quickly avoid a train coming at you, your buddies were there for you. When you are at the bar unable to walk, your buddies are the ones to make sure you get home ok. When you passed out on the couch, your buddies are the
ones that will tea bag you and then take pictures of it for all the lads. You will taste the sweet flavor of victory, and you will cry tears together in defeat. You Will Go Through hell and high water for the next 9 months you will have a family that will take care of you. Away from home for the first time, you may feel homesick. Your girls will stick together and all of you will have some of the best times of you life. Stories told in the dressing room, end when you walk out the door. What happens in a dressing room becomes a world of itself. If you respect this responsibility you will reap the benefits of a great year. Respecting the code of the locker room is more about life then it is about what happens on the ice.Cherish these times in the room ladies, from sitting around having a chew after a game, or pissing on a rookie in the shower – these are memories that will stay with you for a lifetime. Embrace these rules, respect your teammates, but most of all enjoy the dance. When it’s all over, you will think back and smile at the golden moments of your youth. Then you will wake up your son and take him to practice. As you take a sip of your warm coffee, you can be gracious that
you were there – you played, you laughed, your cried –and got to the dance
The Mysteries of a Hockey Player
This pretty much says it all..........
We are the cockiest, dirtiest, most irresponsible group of athletes
in the world. We will do anything just to be able to tell his
teammates a great story in the dressing room. Live the dream until
they are 35 then realize they never made it. Guys love us, girls
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 guy is being a dick, or that you got a ticket on the way
there...you're world is absolutely perfect for the next couple
hours. Here's to face offs, goals, assists, overtime, living on the
road, cold rinks, early mornings, breakaways, going top shelf,
countless hours of practice, bag skates, puking, thousands of
dollars, dangling d-men, end to end rushes, big hits, broken twigs,
new skates, packing bombs, dropping the mitts, wheelin' broads,
coaches, adding the letter "y" to the end of everyone's last 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 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
second to none, because you're invincible once you step on the ice,
because one 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 the uneducated pussies
always ask? HOUSE LEAGUE, A, AA, AAA, JR.A, OHL, US COLLEGE, PRO...
It's never been for the fucking money, its not for the guys and its
not for the fame. The Girls play because we fucking love it!
If you are a hockey player and you are proud to be one, pass this
shit on with pride mother fucker, and let everyone know the
definition of a hockey player
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 there is nothing like the party in the locker
room, because your invincible once you step on the ice, because a shot
can make you smile all night, sniping the twine, "Sniper", the battling
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 guys, and it's not for the fame. We do it because we love it!
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You lace up
the skates, put on the gloves, strap on the helmet, and walk on to the
ice and nothing else matters.
...you're world is absolutely perfect for the next couple hours.
Here's to face-offs, goals, assists,overtime, living on the road,
cold rinks, early mornings, breakaways, going top shelf, countless hours of practice,
bag skates, thousands of dollars, dangling d-men, big hits, broken twigs, new skates, packing bombs, wheelin' broads, coaches, adding the letter "y" to the end of
everyone's last name, pick-up hockey, fights, let downs,
miracles and most of all - the game, Hockey.
