Play pro hockey... love my guitar... cant get enough of my niece, Lyla... and, being a hockey guy, def know how to go out and have a good time. and maybe get in a bit of trouble... but we dont have to go that deep into description... lol
Music:
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Heroes:
HOCKEY:
Here's to face-offs, goals, assists, overtime, living on the
road, cold rinks, early mornings, breakaways, going top shelf, countless hours of practice, bag skates, puking, thousands of dollars, dangling d-men, end to end rushes, drop passes, big hits, pucks with eyes, broken twigs, new skates, packing bombs, droppin the mitts, wheelin broads, coaches, toothless grins, adding the letter "y" to the end of everyone's last name, the word "fuck", picking up, tape to tape passes, let downs, miracles and most of all - the game - HOCKEY!!
Ladies love us, guys want to be us, and we are the soul of the universe. You lace up the skates, put on the gloves, strap on the helmet, don the pads 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.
Why?
Why do we skate back and forth night after night? Skating so
hard we throw up. Here's to skating so hard our 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, a rocket from the point, big time one timers, sniping the twine, back 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.
***** It's NEVER been for the fucking the money, it's not for the girls, and it's not for the fame; The Boys play because we FUCKIN LOVE IT !
