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Birthday:	January 15, 1992
Sexual Orientation:	Heterosexual
Dating:	Single
Location:	British Columbia, Canada
Join Date:	10:25am \| Jul 04, '06
Profile Updated:	12:10am \| Aug 07, '08
Last Active:	09:39pm \| May 27, '11

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It's Mark.

markashley //16//MSS¹¹//lacrosse //hockey //single.

"Hockey's a funny game.
You have to prove yourself every shift, every game.
It's not up to anybody else.
You have to take pride in yourself."

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Half the game is mental; the other half is being mental.

Do not let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do.

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This pretty much says it all... 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 shoes, put on the gloves, strap on the helmet, and walk on to the floor 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 absolutely perfect for the next couple hours.
Here's to face-offs, goals, assists, overtime, living on the road, early mornings, quick breaks, cradling, countless hours of practice, pick and rolls, protecting your 24, broken shafts, thousands of dollars, dangling d-men, end to end runs, the perfect pocket, big hits, new shoes, packing bombs, dropping the gloves, coaches, adding the letter "y" to the end of everyone's last name, pick up, man to man D, let downs, miracles and most of all - the game of Lacrosse.
Why? Why do we run back and forth night after night? Running so hard throw up. Running so hard your heart beats ring in your head, while your lungs are grasping for air.
Late nights, early mornings, Friday nights, Saturday evenings, broken bones, torn muscles, slash imprints and deep bruises. We run 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 floor, because one shot can make you smile all night, back shelf where momma keeps the peanut butter or cookie jar or whatever she keeps up there, the rattling of the boards, the feel of the ball in your mesh, and shoes slapping the floor is a rhythm to live by, because it is possible to run fast enough to leave all your worries behind. Sweat is the cologne of our accomplishment.
Why? Why would someone push themselves so hard they always ask? It's never been for the fucking money, it's not for the girls, and it's not for the fame.
'The Boys' play because we fucking love it.

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