TOP 10

10) "Boy, I'd like to fill her net."

9) "Wanna see my Buffalo Sabre?"

8) "Want to go to my place for a one-timer?"

7) "He Scores, he shoots."

6) "I wouldn't mind being in her crease."

5) "I'd take her into the boards...headboards that is."

4) "She makes me wanna lose my stick, throw down and go at it."

3) "I'd like to put the Penalty in her Penalty Box".

2) "I wouldn't mind introducing her cups to my Lord Stanley."

1) "Damn...she's got some MIGHTY Ducks!"
































































Pucks hurt sticks hurt fists hurt but you know wat else
hurts is when u see me get off the bech and comeback onto the ICE !



FAKE FRiENDS: Never ask for food.
REAl FRiENDS: are the reason you have no food.

FAKE FRiENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs
REAl FRiENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM

FAKE FRiENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
REAl FRiENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn ... we fucked up ... but that shit was fun!"

FAKE FRiENDS: never seen you cry.
REAl FRiENDS: cry with you

FAKE FRiENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
REAl FRiENDS: keep your shit so long they forget its yours.

FAKE FRiENDS: know a few things about you.
REAl FRiENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.

FAKE FRiENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
REAl FRiENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.

FAKE FRiENDS: Would knock on your front door.
REAl FRiENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"

FAKE FRiENDS: Are for awhile.
REAl FRiENDS: Are for life.

FAKE FRiENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.
REAl FRiENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "Bitch drink the rest of that you know we don't waste shit."

FAKE FRiENDS: will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.
REAl FRiENDS: Will knock them the fuck out

hockey. this is for anyone who can stand on skates and hold a twig, rock a dip and drink a beer and snipe top cheese in a old mans leauge. cheers to beers and keep your stick on the ice .

10 Rules To Date A Hockey Player:

1) We want a hot piece of ass that no-one has touched (on the team)
2) We will cheat on you, except it!
3) Treat us like gold, buy us shit, make us dinner
4) All hockey guys are the same, dont' tell yourself that your boy is any differnt
5) If we make it big, you're not riding the high road with us (don't dream)
6) When you find out we cheated on you, you'll make a big deal, then you'll be right back with us
7) We do not truly like you; we need ass!
8) If we get traded, do not expect a phone call, we are already wheeling some dirty in that town
9) We live the life of 10 men by the age of 18
10) Our lives are gongers, don't try to change us, it will just piss off the guys on the team and we'll do anything for them. We do dirty shit at night just so there is a good laugh in the lockeroom the next day!

.GIRLS

Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?
Guy: No
Girl: Do you like me?
Guy: No
Girl: Do you want me?
Guy: No
Girl: Would you cry if i left?
Guy: No
Girl: Would you do anything for me?
Guy: No way
Girl: What would you choose, your life... or me?
Guy: My life

Girl runs away and guy stops her and says "The reason why you never cross my mind is because, you're always on my mind. The reason I don't like you is because I love you. The reason why I don't want you is because I need you. The reason why I won't cry if you leave is because I would die if you leave. The reason why I'm not willing to do anything for you is because I would do everything for you. The reason why I choose my life is because you are my life."




I LOVE hockey
...chillen with friends.
..music.
..dirtbiking
..paintballing.
.Biking
...camping...
weekends




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, 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, JR.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. We play because we fucking love it ... if you are a hockey player and you are proud to be one, pass the shit on with pride mother fucker, and let everyone know the definition of
life...HOCKEY







hockey. this is for anyone who can stand on skates and hold a twig, rock a dip and drink a beer and snipe top cheese in a old mans leauge. cheers to beers and keep your stick on the ice .

show offs
Drugs
school
liars
Players




Brotherhood of Hockey, The Chemistry in the 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 become your best buddies in the world.
These 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 "heads up!"
And you quickly avoid the train coming at you; your buddies were there for you.
When you are at the bar unable to walk,
Your buddies are the ones who will make sure you get home ok.
When you are passed out on the couch,
Your buddies are the ones who will tea bag you and take pictures of it to show all the boys.
You will pump up each others' tires with the broads, so that you can score with all the hotties.

You will taste the sweet taste of victory and will cry tears together in defeat.
Through hell and high water, for the next nine months, you will have a family that will care for 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 your life.
Stories told in the dressing room, end when you walk out the door.
What happens in a dressing room becomes a world in itself.
If you respect this responsibility, you will reap the the benefits of a great year.
Respecting the code of the locker room is more about life than it is about what happens on the ice.
Cherish these times in the room boys.
These are the memories that will stay with you a lifetime.

Embrace these rules.
Respect your teammates, but most of all enjoy the dance.
When its all over you will look back and smile at all the golden moments of your youth.
Then you will wake up your son and take him for practice.
As you take a sip of your warm coffee, you will be gracious that you were there;
You played, you laughed, you cried, and got to the dance.

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 becasue you're in your domain.