Why I Play Hockey
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 tobe us, and 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 face-offs, 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 sticks, 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", let downs,
miracles and most of all...the game of Hockey.
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, top 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 would someone push themselves so hard the uneducated pussies always ask?
HOUSE LEAGUE, A, AA, AAA, JR.A, WHL, 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;
Goalie - my place, my responsibility, my position;
The Rink - my home, my get-away, my sanctuary;
35 - my reputation, my pride, my number

Don’t wanna fight me bro
I'm fast as lightning bro ya better use ya Nike’s bro


Hockey
Baseball
J.D and Coke
Partying
Road Trips
Jungle B