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I know I write alot about hockey but for the past few days I just can't seem to get my mind off it. Im having trouble sleeping at nite. I don't want hockey to end. Hockey is a sport unlike any other sport. Hockey is the only sport that you truly, dearly, fall in love with. Its the only sport that the worst time during the season is after the game. And not because you lost, or because you got the shit kicked out of you, Its because you have to wait another day until you lace up the skates again. Its the only sport when you feel like your putting on armour to go into war. Like that saying goes, "When you step on that ice it doesn't matter if you flunked a test, got a detention, or got dumped by your girl. Because for the next couple hours while you on that ice, you life is perfect." I've been playing hockey for over ten years now and I don't want it to stop. I want to always be able to play hockey. When I have kids, I want them to see me play hockey. I can't wait to tell them how I was captain of the hockey team, or how I was named all league. I know Im making it sound like this is my last year of hockey. But it very well could be. This spring and summer Im going to try out for as many Midget AAA/ junior teams as I can. And with luck, blood, sweat, and determation, I hope I can make one. If I do, I won't be playing high school anymore. And yeah that would suck because I'll miss all the action, all the fans, all the awards. But thats just a small price to pay if I want to play hockey my whole life. I need to write about this because at nite, when I look at my hockey pics, or I see my hockey sticks in the corner, my stomach gets this feeling like I can't explain. I want the next game to be in ten minutes whenever I think about hockey. I want to play hockey forever. And even when I don't work out, or when I don't skate in a while, that really does hurt. When I broke my leg last summer and I sat in the stands, I felt something that I never felt before. It sucked. I wish that that never happened to my leg. But I also am thankful that it was only broken. Ok I think Im done for right now. But let me leave you with something my good friend Jimmy sent me. Jimmy, thanks for everything man. You will always be my defense partner and my friend. I will never forget the good times I had with you. Good luck man and don't ever just forget about hockey. Love you man.
It's not about getting a scholarship, getting drafted, or making SportsCenter. It's a deep need in us that comes from the heart. We need to practice, to play, to lift, to hustle, to sweat. We do it all for our teammates and for the student in our calculus class that we don't even know. It's a bigger part of us than our friends and family can understand. Sometimes we play for 5,000 fans; sometimes 25. But we still play hard. We train hard, lift, skate, shoot and lift some more. It's about pride -- in ourselves, in our school. It's about our love and passion for the game. And when it's over, when we walk off that ice for the last time, our hearts crumble. Those tears are real. But deep down inside, we are very proud of ourselves. We will forever be what few can claim...HOCKEY PLAYERS.
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