the thrill of the hit the sound of the bones the crunch and crackle of the fall the clank of the post the feeling of a check the feeling of a fall the drill of a coach the pop of the crowd with this winning goal after its all over proud and cheery this winning team this lucky player bruised and brittle bloody and sweaty picking himself up with the rush adrenaline carries us through after bleeding all your blood come back for more the hunter or the hunted choose your battle winners or losers the fists and fury the fights and falls the saves and goals are they all masters of their creases are they the best shooters the hardest hitters what is this game a battle of manhood choose your terrain home or road victors or losers kick em when their down stand when you fall fight the battle win this goal the game is yours its called hockey
Reason for writing:
i love this game.....
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