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Their was three minutes left in the third period. I was playing for a middle school team. We were winning 11-1, so we were expecting these last three minutes to be chippy. There team called a timeout, our team gathered up our coach told us to keep our heads up. The whistle blew and I skated out to the face off dot. I was the center, Jack Caldicott was the right winger, and Ian Koola was the left winger. The ref dropped the puck when I saw his hand move I hit the center's stick and then the puck. The center was definitely mad at me for hitting his stick. I went to the front of their goal to screen their goalie. All of the sudden the center hit me in the back, which didn’t hurt that much. The puck went to the corner the center was on my right
I could tell he was about to hit me so I bent my knees and put all my weight into him making him go flying, our bench was screaming and banging their sticks on the boards. There defender sent the puck to our side of the ice I was skating back when I was hit, then I saw the ref put his hand in the air to signal a penalty, but since we had the puck the ref had to wait until they had the puck to blow the whistle. Our defender Seth passed the puck to Ian Koola who skated with it, then he saw me skating up the ice, he passed it to me I was waiting for the puck. I was looking at the puck waiting for it to hit my stick, right as I was about to get the puck I saw something out of the corner of my eye then, BAM. Silence, I was blind sided which is illegal in hockey. I fell to the ground, tears rushing down my face. My head was throbbing with pain. I heard Seth Murch saying “Joey just stay there, coach is coming.” I couldn’t respond because I was crying so hard and I was in so much pain. Coach Fortin came over to help me. He was my favorite coach because I would always joke around with him. He helped me to the bench and the other coaches and my teammates asked me if it hurt, or are you okay. I just shrugged because I didn’t want to talk. The coach asked me if I wanted to go to the locker room, I nodded my head. My Dad met me in the locker room. I got undressed and my Dad carried my bag out into the lobby. My Mom kept asking me if I was okay, I said I’m fine because I just wanted to go home and rest. I remember this day like it was yesterday.