my life...

Tomorrow will be the start of this years hockey season. I am very excited, however, very nervous too! Because we have a new coach, the expectations will be higher then what most of my team is used to, including myself. Last year wasn't the best season, we didn't win nearly enough, or try our hardest most of the time. No one had faith in us, so it was just for fun last year. However this year, its going to be very serious. We've already have had dryland training for 3 weeks...and a week of lifting, but now its just straight ice and lifting. I'm so nervous because i know im not in nearly good shape as i should be. For some reason, all the dryland training didnt do much for me. I love hockey, its my life, yet for some reason this seasons drama is already starting, and i cant stand it. People always yelling at others, for some reason. I have never been on a all girls team til last year. I always played guys, so all this drama, im just not used to. The guys were always joking and playing around and stuff, but this, is all taking too seriously, if someone says you didnt play good today, its the end of the world, however at the guys, its like so what, ill show you up. I miss playing for the guys. They were so much fun. If someone ever tried to mess with me on the ice or hit me after the whistle or take cheap shots, they were always there to back me up.

During my senior game in high school, it was the first period and we were playing R-H. The guys were big, and strong, especially compared to our young team. But we stayed with them. About half way through the first period, after the whistle, this HUGE guy hit me from behind into the boards, head first. That's the last i remember of that game. I recieved a concussion, and was limp for a while, yet got up eventually and made my way to the bench and played the rest of the game. Once back on the bench and starting to remember a bit, i looked over and saw one of my teammates in the penalty box, and was shocked, i didn't know what happened seeing as i thought the kid who hit me from behind was the only one to get a penalty. I asked one of my defensive partners and he told me that after the kid hit me, my teammate went and knocked the hell out of the kid. I loved it.

Every single one of those kids were like my brothers out there. They backed me up, joked around with me, and did whatever they could for me. I miss playing with them so much, there was never a dull moment, it was always laughing and smiling, and we succeeded. If i could go back in time i would go back to my high school hockey team and play with them for as long as possible. There were the best i could ever imagine.