Number 15: My Reputation, My Pride, My Number
Hockey: My Dream, My Life, My Future
Left Wing: My Place, My Responsibility, My Position
The Ice: My Home, My Get-Away, My Sanctuary

The More I train...
the slower they seem.

The slower they seem
The easier the game.

The easier the game
The greater my threat.

The greater my threat
The more attention I draw.

The more attention I draw
The tighter they play me.

The tighter they play me
The harder I work.

The harder I work
The more I train.

The cockiest, dirtiest, most irresponsible group of athletes in the world.
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. 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 being
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, living on the road, cold rinks,
early mornings, breakaways, going top cheese, 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 mits, 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, back shelf where
momma keeps the cookie jar, 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, CHL, US COLLEGE, PRO
... It's never for the the money, it's not for the girls, and it's not for the fame.
We play because we love it and if you are a hockey player and proud to be one,
pass this shit on with pride mother fucker,
and let everyone know the definition of life.........
HOCKEY