I believe in competition and the will to win.
I believe in tournaments, Red Bull and tic tac toe plays.
I believe that home ice is worth at least 2 goals.
I believe that the ability to see the ice is more important then talent.
I believe in patience, poise and control.
I believe that offence gets the glory and defense wins the games.
I believe in trash talk, only if you can back it up.
I believe fighting is part of the game.
I believe an assist is better then a goal.
I believe in shinny
I believe in road hockey
I believe in the 2 dollar beer...CONTINUED
I believe practice will only make you better.
I believe training is the key to preparation.
I believe youth and intensity is just as good as age and experience.
I believe in taking a penalty if it means saving a goal.
I believe in sacrificing your body for the good of the team.
I believe in blocking a shot even when you’re winning by 5.
I believe in the trap even if it’s boring to watch.
I believe in putting your equipment on the same way before every game.
I believe in taping your stick twice a game.
I believe in no shoulder pads to increase movement.
I believe that a tie might as well be a loss.
I believe that I will once again see a defenseman score the Stanly Cup winning goal.
I believe the coach is always right.
I believe in suits, ties and dress pants.
I believe in scouting the other team before a big game.
I believe in after parties following a big win.
I believe the hockey lifestyle is the best lifestyle.
I believe in going high glove even if he’s taking it away.
I believe in low key celebrations.
I believe a goal on the ice is as pretty as one upstairs.
I believe in coaching in my free time.
I believe winning isn’t everything it’s the only thing.
I believe in 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 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, GWG's, new kicks, beauty chirps, showers with the boys, hockey hair, rookie parties, under-aged drinking, living on the road, cold rinks, early mornings, broken knuckles, missing teeth, breakaways, beauty ginos, 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, feeling the glory, fans, 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, backy shelf where momma keeps the peanut butter, bar and in, 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, Jungle B, Junior A, 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!!!
My world exists in a place known only to those who have been here before. It is a place that allows me to escape the daily routine of life, to experience moments all my own, yet shared with others. My world exists on the ice, where I retain lifelong memories filled with the grandeur of battles past. It is here that life gives me opportunities to delve into a world only hockey players can appreciate. A world where anticipation is heavy with fear as I lace up my skates, knowing fate is in my hands with the stick that I taped. What would I do without this game in my life, or the place where dreams are made? What would I do without the dressing room, the smell of sweat-dried equipment, and the chatter of small talk as I prepare to go to war? What would I do without the cold crisp air burning my lungs as I skate hours on end, early mornings, late nights? What would I do without the traveling of great distances to take to the ice, or the sounds of pucks banging off battle-scarred boards? There is only one thing to do, and that would be to do it again, knowing that I wouldn't change it for anything. You see, each time I put on my jersey, I take pride in the very crest that means I am part of something special: A group of athletes willing to sacrifice individual achievements for The Ultimate Goal.
The hockey player
The cockiest, dirtiest, most irresponsible group of athletes in the
world. Will do anything and come back to tell his teammates about it.
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.
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 girls, and it's not for the fame. We do it because we love it!