Personal Narrative : Hockey, A Life

Second year as an Under-10 Squirt level hockey player for the New Jersey Colonials ice hockey team proved to be a challenging and harrowing experience that shaped the course of my future hockey career. I was a determined, naïve child with fantasies of playing in the NHL when I grew older. The source of my troubles began with Coach Ruben, a relentless, unforgiving hockey coach. Coach Ruben was in charge of determining the AAA hockey team that I desperately wanted to make. Unfortunately, I would not have that opportunity. My mom, compassionate and sympathetic, guided me through the confusing maze of anger and depression. My dad, a coach and former hockey player, gave me valuable, supportive advice that would change my hockey expectations and

It all started at 2, when my father bought me skates, and made a skating rink in my backyard. Then, I got into the sport, which at 6, I was nationally known, and people were lining up for autographs at 10, had interviews for magazines at 15, 17 he was in the WHA, then the NHL the year later. It was fast, how I moved through my life, but I couldn’t think of a life different life like it.

It was cloudy in the late morning, which meant even the weather didn’t look promising, Even more optimistically looking it seemed like the clouds were about to rupture into trillions of droplets each one a part of me about to shatter from humiliation. And obviously rain and humidity were the best conditions for field hockey. The building looked more downcast than I’d ever seen it, and when my dad parked the car it became more evident that this was not going to go as faultlessly as I hoped it would.

It was approaching the hockey state tournament, but it was not the hockey games that I was nervous for. My rookie haircut was “scheduled” for the Thursday before that weekend.

“The name on the front of the jersey is a lot more important than the name on back”, Herb Brooks. My years as a hockey player has been fun. I’ve gained experience and learned the game from my hockey coach Travis Lupke and friend Hunter Johnson. I’ve played hockey for six years and I’m now going into my sixth year. This is my first year of high school hockey and I’m excited to learn the game from the more experienced players.

I very fondly remember the time I first got into hockey. It had gotten pretty late and I was going to be heading to bed soon. I spotted my Dad, who was sitting down on this brown couch we used to have that was starting to show some wear and tear. He was watching an NHL game on the T.V. which we had fixated across the room directly in front of the couch. If I remember correctly the Philadelphia Flyers were playing the Florida Panthers. I sat down too, oblivious to what was going on, I hadn’t a clue. This was my first time that I remember watching an NHL game. I would ask questions for certain plays and rules that I was hearing like offsides and icing. Then, of course, my Dad would explain to me and tell it by narrating over the game, and slowly

At the age of six I arrived at the “Flyers” monumental (at the time) hockey rink. All I saw was people crowding at the doors to get in. As I strolled up to the doors, I remember my teeth chattering, the cold caressing my face with its bitter fingers. Once to safety indoors, I was met with a burst of information, then guided to the family locker rooms where I was tailored then dressed. After being suited with the littlest jersey, I realized that the people helping me thought I was someone who actually cared enough to try at this sport and to that I thought.

Today it was any ordinary day for me but I remembered that I had a hockey game today. I knew that this game was to determine if my team made it to the championship game or if the other team did, the other team was a bunch of goons their idea was to hit us and hit us hard along the boards. I knew how they played and I thought we could just beat them with speed but, no the opposite happened my team played slow that night and played to their level of play. My friend on the team said, “They’re playing so well tonight.” I thought that too because our team was down by one goal the entire game till the third period. I notice that on the other team they had two guys that would hit you no matter where you were. They would hit you here and there and

So, first it was a 3 hour bus ride to Hershey Park we ate a ton of snacks on the bus it was fun. So when we arrived we got our tickets. The line was really, really long, but we made it. So first we rode like 4 to 5 rides. Then we decided that we were hungry

It ruptured my “old” lifestyle. Hockey improved my social life with great strength. The game of hockey has components that no other sport contains. The “brotherhood” that a team forms is practically impenetrable. This forced me to communicate better, and eventually I talked much more than I had before I started playing hockey. It also forced me to gain self-defense as well, and after I began playing, I could stand up for myself. Besides mental changes, my body adapted to hockey. It gave me the strength to feel more confident about my

One day in the winter, we had a game against the most ferocious hockey team at the Sports Center. They were much more advanced than us, but we still had a chance to win if we focused and played harder. It was the second quarter, half way in, and I was starting on the ice. Once the referee dropped the puck, I charged at it, but then, a player on the opposite team stole it from me. I was really mad about that. I wasn’t going to let her play on. She was getting close to the goal and I did not want them to make another goal. She passed the defenceman and once I saw that, I skated so hard to her and knocked her over. Everyone on the team was happy, however, the ref was not. In girls hockey, you cannot shove people like in boys hockey and in the

One thing that snags my interest, and my liking, is field hockey. I have only played for one year, but I plan on playing a few more years. I am a better version of myself when im playing. Field hockey teaches self control, focus, and teamwork. I use field hockey to relieve my stress and to stay in shape.

I don’t remember really getting to Columbus because I was asleep half the time . lucky for me I had a blanket.

First, we had to fly to Detroit, Michigan after leaving Escanaba, Michigan, and the ride to Detroit was about 45 minutes. When we got to Detroit we all went to the bathroom because we were on that airplane for a long time. My mom and grandma wanted to show us the underground light tunnel. The tunnel was spectacular and it played some type of alien music. In the tunnel was some escalators on the right and left side so we didn’t need to walk through the whole thing. If we had to walk it would have taken quite a while because the light tunnel was pretty

Friday night rolled around, it was the game we had all been working so hard for. Knowing we were seniors, we knew it would be the end of the journey.