… that wait every night for that post game text

… that wait patiently for that pre game nap and practice to be over

… that put up with constant bruises, stitches and cuts

… that drive 4 hours to watch him play

… that have to put up with the lingo

… that sit through endless nights of sports centre

… that put trust in their boys every “team party” or “beers with the boys”

But most of all, here’s to the girls that will always come second to something that is known to many as “just a game” and wishing that they could mean just as much... Wishing that your bond with him were as close as their line mates. God forbid he shows any emotion, but when the seasons over its all he can talk about.

Here’s to the hockey girlfriends that put up with the cockiness, sexism and oversized egos because they know that above all, it is worth it.

Here’s to the girls that have never had to put up with any of that, my sympathy goes out to you. I finally realized that hockey will never be just a game. It’s the rawest form of love that I have ever seen. I may sound like I am complaining but I am envious. I wish that one day I will find a bond, a way of life as strong as that.

the straw that broke the cammels back wasn't actually straw but a bitch with brown eyes and a huge ass?