As I hear the sharp chirp of another whistle blow my heart drops. I was already exhausted I lost feeling in my legs already and my feet were already starting to hurt. I could taste the salt of my own sweat as it trickled down my face and even into my eyes so i got that slight burning feeling. Even though my muscles scream no i know i have to go again. Another mountain i have already done a few but this is what I signed up for by playing Hockey. A mountain is a infamous conditioning drill that almost every hockey player is well acquainted with. You start on the goal line then skate as fast as you can to the closest blue line then go back to the starting position, after you get back you immediately go and skate to the red line then back again.
Sidney Crosby is a hockey player. He plays for the Pittsburgh Penguins. Sidney Crosby is also known as the face of the NHL. Sidney Crosby was the first overall pick in the 2005 draft. He has played for the penguins since 2005 to this present day. The position he plays in hockey is that he is a center. Sidney was picked as the captain for the Pittsburgh Penguins in the 2007 to 2008 season. He is still currently the captain for the Pittsburgh Penguins. I picked Sidney Crosby because he is a talented at playing hockey.
“The NHL (national hockey league) is not in the business of comforting people, they’re in the business of entertainment, and if fighting represents a way to differentiate themselves from an entertainment stand point, then fighting isn’t going anywhere” In the 2014-15 season 1,230 games were played, and out of those games 391 fights were in action. 29.91% of games had fights, 45 games had more than one fight. Taking fighting out of the game of hockey is too big of a risk. I think the fans will be disappointed and the entertainment level will go way down. In my paper I’m going to write about why fighting in hockey should stay and why people think it should also.
There are no shootouts in the playoffs. Instead the play a five on five twenty minute period. The first goal wins. If the game is tied after the first overtime it continues to a second overtime. It will keep continuing until a goal is scored.
Hockey is one of the most dangerous sports to play today, not because of the fast pace of the game, but because of the some of the equipment that is used. The most punishing and non forgiving piece of equipment in hockey is the puck. The word puck became mainstream in 1867 in Canada. It is possible that Halifax natives, who were Irish, introduced the word to Canada. The hockey puck has evolved over the years it came into existence just like the game itself. People have tried and failed to think of news ways to make a hockey puck, but only one way has proved itself to be the only one. Without the puck there would be no hockey culture. Lets lace up the skates and skate our way into what the hockey culture is and take a look at how the puck has created this culture from the beginning of its time.
When someone thinks of the sport of ice hockey, one of the first things they think of is the fact that fighting is a common occurrence in it. It is almost a guarantee that if you ask someone who is not an avid fan of the sport what their favorite element is, they will say something about the fights. A commonly heard and repeated quote is “I went to a fight the other night, and a hockey game broke out.” However, over the past few years the question of whether or not this component should still be allowed in the game has been a cause for argument and controversy. There are suggested pros and cons for what impact banning fighting from the sport of hockey might have, but for now nothing has been done to change the rules and regulations. The question to look at is, how has fighting in hockey evolved throughout history to get us where we are today, and should it remain in the game because of its history? Or should it be banned because of its history?
...I jumped on the boulder and there I stood one jump away from gaining back my popularity. Looking at the cold ice had already given me shiver. I counted to three and jumped, I had broken the ice feet first. Beneath the ice was dark and extremely cold. I wasn’t able to see anything; I was frightened that I wouldn’t find my way back. It was an unusual feeling, like time had stopped and everything was moving slow. I ran out of breath and eventually found my way back. The whole school assumed that I had died from coldness and wouldn’t come back up. After warming up, it was the new kids turn to jump. Everyone waited but he couldn’t jump he choked. I was glad and proud of myself for overcoming my anxiety. The quote by Amit Ray really inspired me and will never be forgotten: “If you want to conquer the anxiety of life, live in the moment, live in the breath.”
Probably one of the most important decisions I've made in my life happened this year. The decision was me , choosing whether i wanted to do drumline or play hockey. As a freshman going into the first year of highschool, it lead me to think of plenty of things. But one important fact that stuck out was me deciding if I wanted to pursue music or sports. As a freshman , I knew that I couldn't balance sports and marching band at the same time. Rehearsal for marching band happened everyday after school until 5 pm. I knew I couldn't do homework and study for tests with only 3 hours if hockey started at 9. So, I made the decision of choosing drumline over hockey. Not only would it help me balance my time doing homework, it would also help me on my
I tried to crouch down and pick up some speed and ended up doing an aerial front flip with a two point header right into a patch of ice crusted snow. I lay there for several minutes, wondering if the cold I felt was my body going numb. I had thought that that fancy trick had killed me, but it wasn't my time. It only left me with a bloody nose and a cut chin. I was very disappointed, I thought that at least a cracked vertebrae was deserving of my efforts.
It all started when I got on the Ice. I thought It was going to be another hockey practice...but I was wrong. This practice would end with a bloody mess. Let’s just say, I'm glad that the other catch from the other team was a doctor. My friends and I were messing around in the locker room while we were getting ready for practice. I like getting ready for hockey practice it normally is fun, or I at least just try to have fun. If we do the drill wrong, we have to skate ten laps around the rank, but the bad thing is it is an olympic rank so it is bigger then are normally rank.
Finally we put on a few extra layers and braved the cold. After about five seconds of being outside, we went to the bathroom because my nose was running from the cold air surrounding my head. I shoved some toilet paper up my sleeve then went back outside. We started running towards the wind on the trail. The wind was so loud and cold as it stung our faces and filled out lungs. It only took a few seconds for me to loose feeling in my face and my feet. We were both out of breath after running for three minutes, so decided to slow down. At this point my nose seemed to be running a lot, so I took out the toilet paper and discovered that my nose was bleeding. Bleeding and frozen, we decided to walk the rest of the way and back to the car. In totally we ran for a whole three minutes. That day learned that I was not in shape, I had no motivation to get into shape, and that I would in fact be walking the glow run. After what seemed like forever, we finally got to the car and started to thaw our frozen bodies. We then proceeded to drive to McDonalds. The thought of fresh hot fries captured our
SOI-The purpose of this creative piece of writing is an entry from one of our hockey games from tournament. I have tried to use a connection to compare battle or war to hockey, to make the story become more brutal and realistic. I have written in first person to show that it is in my perspective and what I recollect from the game.
The freezing wind had chilled my hand to the bone. Even as I walked into my cabin, I shivered as if there was an invisible man shaking me. My ears, fingers, toes, and noes had turned into a pale purple, only starting to change color once I had made a fire and bundled myself in blankets like ancient Egyptians would do to their deceased Pharaohs. The once powdered snow on my head had solidified into a thin layer of ice. I changed out of the soaking wet clothes I was wearing and put on new dry ones. With each layer I became more excited to go out and start snowboarding. I headed for the lift with my board and my hand. Each step was a struggle with the thick suit of snow gear I was armored in.
A blast of adrenaline charges throughout my body as I experience the initial drop. My body's weight shifts mechanically, cutting the snow in a practiced rhythm. The trail curves abruptly and I advance toward a shaded region of the mountain. Suddenly, my legs chatter violently, scraping against the concealed ice patches that pepper the trail. After overcompensating from a nearly disastrous slip, balance fails and my knees buckle helplessly. In a storm of powder snow and ski equipment, body parts collide with nature. My left hand plows forcefully into ice, cracking painfully at the wrist. For an eternity of 30 seconds, my body somersaults downward, moguls of ice toy with my head and further agonize my broken wrist. Ultimately veering into underbrush and pine trees, my cheeks burn, my broken wrist surging with pain. Standing up confused, I attempt climbing the mountain but lose another 20 feet to the force of gravity.
It’s a work out on every bone is your body. The first day back on the mountain It doesn’t feel like much, the next day as soon as you wake up it feels like you are super sick you have a headache, your coughing, and every bone hurts just to move. But no matter how big of wreck I get in what ever happens to me I will always want to go. For me there is no better feeling in the world the sound of nature. On a certain tree trail about half through I stop you can hear anything the only thing you can see are trees covered in snow it’s the most beautiful thing I can ever see. I see some people on the mountain they are handicapped yet they still manage to go they have certain bikes and people following them making sure they are safe. So no matter what is going on going to the mountain isn’t just a sport its something they love todo they don’t get paid for it they have to pay for
There’s no denying getting injured is an athletes worst nightmare. Injuries are a part of life, but they tend to happen more to athletes. Not fair right? Well unfortunately this is very true. The summer going into my junior year I received the worst injury I have ever had, I had torn my mcl in my right knee. The tear felt as if two hundred untrained nurses each stabbed me in my knee with a rusty syringe. This sounds horrific, well, because it was. I was selected to play for an elite ice hockey team in a tournament called “Beantown”. These games were put together to showcase high school players to college scouts. The first game I had the pre-game jitters as glided onto the ice. Call me crazy, but something about one hundred pairs of scouts’