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Days spent on the ice, crazy parties i missed, weekend hang outs blown, hours of hard work, tons of sweat, never ending plane rides, late night bus trips, not getting the girl because you didnt have enought time to spend with her, at times wanting to give it all up, being on the road for your birthday, leaving christmas day for some tournament, missing school vacations and summer break to try out for teams, moving to a different state just because the teams better, scars, blood shed, broken bones, snapped twigs, trying to explain your game to your friends at school who have no idea what the fuck youre talking about, losing friends because u have practice the day of their birthday. would i change any of it. FUCK no. why? because theres no better feeling in the world than when u come back to the bench and your family, not your parents and sister but your 17 brothers who r there to congratulate u after a dangle then a snipe or a savage hittt. or winning the championship after months of hard work. Thats my life... What do you call a life dedicated to hockey... I call it.... Time well spent. That right there is basically my life. Everything comes after hockey. Name anything and hockey is before it. Girls, family, school, life, anything. this is my life, this is wat i live for!-------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------ -----------HOCKEY PLAYERS: The cockiest, dirtiest, most irresponsible group of athletes in the world. We'll 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. It doesn't matter that you failed a test, your girl is bein 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, livin' on the road, cold rinks, early mornings, breakaways, goin' top shelf, countless hours of practice, bag skates,thousands of dollars, dangling d-men, big hits, broken twigs, new skates, packin' bombs, wheelin' broads, coaches, adding the letter "y" to the end of everyone's last name, the word "fuck", pick up, fights, let downs, miracles and most of all - the game, 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 fine, because your invincible once you step on the ice, because a shot can make you smile all night, sniping the twine, 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? 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