Waves of excitement and anxiety were pulsing through me that night. I’ve only made it this far through effort and drive, and that old cliché of blood sweat and tears. I feel as if my life has been defined by two steel blades, a hockey stick, and as my dad likes to say my, “bad attitude.” I could barely sit still all day. The anticipation was just eating at me as I sat in class. Well, I can barely sit still any other day, but that’s not the point here.
The point is, Friday night I stepped onto the ice as a college hockey player for the first time…oh dear god, I wanted to puke. Though it wasn’t a W for the team it was a night that I will never forget.
Hockey has always been the one constant in my life. It has been the one thing that I could always rely on and look forward to. Even when I was faced with injuries that threatened my season, my soul focus was to return to the thing I knew best: hockey.
Hockey has always been there for me, though it may have broken my arm, at least it never broke my heart.
Darling only the good die young! It’s funny what cheers some people up when it comes to matters of the heart. For me it’s blasting some good ol’ Billy Joel and Led Zeppelin from my eight dollar discount speakers from WalMart.
Heart break is a common thing among the young adults. Fool’s love, its here one day, gone the next, hitting you like a freight train and leaving you with a massive headache. It is the sort of headache that you need extra strength Tylenol for. Hmm, maybe I should have picked some up when I bought those speakers.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a sinache or bitter, rather I’ve experienced it for the first time. I’m not mad just hurt, and maybe a bit more cautious as to whom I give my heart to next time. It might take a little time though, this is the kind of break that duct tape and super glue can’t solve, just time. Until then my heart is going back to one love.the ice.