I AM A HOCKEY PLAYER
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.
#1 - Ladies love us.
#2 - Guys want to be us.
#3 - 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
& 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,
backy shelf where momma keeps the peanut butter, 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, JuniorA, CHL, US COLLEGE, PRO ...
It's never been for the fucking the money, it's not for the girls, and it's not for the fame.
'The Boys' play because we fucking love it ...
Hockey -- my dream, my life, my inspiration
Forward-- my place, my responsibility, my position
The Rink -- my home, my get-away, my sanctuary
19-- my reputation, my pride, my number
Winners never quit-Quitters never win
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.
Hockey: A legal addiction that becomes a hockey player’s life. Hockey is a passion. It releases you; setting you free to grow, inspire, experience, and live. It’s an addiction, a natural high.
A 60 minute orgasm Syn.Passion, life, love example: There is nothing in the world that can compare to the getting up at 4:30 in the morning, your eyes still gritty, the equipment wet from last night's game, your every muscle aching, and stepping on to that cold, clear, fresh ice. That is paradise.This is for the stars in the show and the guys going to the show, the boys in the juniors living the dream and the die hards lighting up the beer leagues.This is for the snipers, the playmakers, the grinders, the fighters, the power forwards, the blue chip d-men, the bottle fillers, the men in the pipes, the men on the bench, and the boys in the box. This is for sniping ginos, chizzling apples, throwing sauce, undressing tendies, banging home rebounds, making big glove saves, and burying OT winners.This is for the dirty dangles, sick toe drags, backhand toe drags, spin-o-ramas, bar downs, top cheese, One-Tees, snappers and clappers, big-time celly's, poke-checks, pad-stacks, big hits and hip-checks, troller tracks, and toe-to-toe tillies This is for the long bus trips, the early morning practices, the bag-skates, the battles in the corners, the bad dental, the sweet flow, the playoff beards,the chews, the beers, the tears, the laughs, the team shakers, the beauties wheeling hot broads, and the gongers wheeling swampers. This is for the wins, losses, and ties, the end-to-end overtimes, the gruelling training camps, the pre-season exies, the regular season battles, the playoff wars, and raising the championship trophies. This is for anyone who knows what all this means, because you are a part of the greatest game on earth...
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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!”, and you quickly avoid a train coming
at you, your buddies were there for you. 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 boys 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 boys, 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, you cried –
and above all else, you experienced the dance