Descriptive Essay: How The Players Hit The Ice

The players hit the ice. What was once glistening pristine unmarked ice is now being shredded by newly sharpened blades, etching out the ice with a gritting sound. The warm up begins, sending a bass pounding, electrifying echo throughout the stands. The referee dressed in stripes of black and white, elbows cuffed in a bright hunting orange, blows his small black slightly curved whistle that expels an earsplitting pitch. The players line up as if they were placed and molded by hand into the perfect statue. The black hard rubber puck hits the ice with a thud and they come to life. They dart around the ice’s white surface with blue and red markings buried underneath. Dressed in their attire of a white jersey with a winding tornado on the front,