Personal Narrative: My Blues Vs. Blackhawks Program

Finally, after the teams before us got off, it was our turn. We headed down to the arena, and threw three Hershey Chocolate Bars to the stands. People there come running down the steps and try to catch the chocolates. And afterwards, I looked around.It was just amazing feeling to be there. Music was playing, fans were screaming, and it was just loud. The lighting was very bright then the usual rinks in America that I played for the other teams. And after I see this, I promised myself that I would never forget this game and the

On the edge of my seat I can feel my heart racing, just waiting for the clock to run down. We’re up by two and though I was watching the game at home, I could feel the energy of the crowd radiating through the television. Ten, nine, eight… the crowd begins to count down, my brother and I join in shouting, “FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!” The buzzer sounds and the roar of the crowd comes rumbling through the speakers. The Chicago Blackhawks have just won, for the third time in six years, the 2015 Stanley Cup Championship, and as my brother and I danced around our basement chanting “We won! We won!” The overwhelming feeling of joy took me back to the 2013 Blackhawks parade.

Coming off a tough second round loss to the Pittsburg Penguins a year earlier, the Capitals and head coach Bruce Boudreau were out to make a name for themselves the following season. Players such as Alexander Ovechkin, and Niklas Bäckström were considered leaders both on and off the ice, thought of by many as crucial members of the team. However, that night Boudreau’s top guys and the rest of the team would play very sluggish. During the second intermission, he would give a speech that spoke to the hearts of his team, and hockey players around the country. This speech is significant because it speaks multitudes on the importance of striving to achieve a goal, something everyone must do in

“My thing is, if you want to go, you want to go. There’s no point in making fun of each other’s moms out here.” (Brandon Prust) As we all know, there are fights in professional hockey, like the NHL and AHL. Some sports have completely banned fighting, but the NHL has not outright banned it yet. As debates around fighting in the NHL circumnavigate, one thing is for sure, hockey has had a major history of fighting, and that draws fans. To showing that fights are safer, building momentum, and a sort of self officiating, there is only one correct answer in this debate for this special and idiosyncratic sport, and it is to keep the fights.

I have been playing Ice Hockey for 12 years now, and I have loved every second of it. Well, almost every second, I’m kind of a sore loser. However, I still love the game. I love how in a game, one play can change the entire atmosphere of the game, whether its a goal that lights up the crowd, a hit that keeps the glass shaking, or a bad call by the ref that has the entire arena booing at the guy in stripes. But most of all, I love how the game has a way of comforting those who play it, like me.

Hockey plays a huge role in my life, I’m on the ice almost every day of the week. But the question is how has it made an impact on my life and changed who i am today? To what extent does it make my life more exciting or more interesting? The simplest answer, would be to say that it has affected me positively on every level and in every way possible, although of course that is not the best answer. And there really isn’t any precise or perfect answer, but there is evidence of a difference.

Ice Hockey is one of the most entertaining sports you could see or play. I would only assume most people love at least one sport but there has been quite an issue on which sport is the best. Ice Hockey is debatably the best sport ever created because of its intensity of the sport, the amazing experience of playing at a competitive level, and Hockey is always changing.

There was a boy who went by the name jeffy he liked to play hockey and he was very good at it. He was about 5,10 had blonde hair with brown eyes, Jeffy was not the biggest kid he was pretty skinny. Everyday after school he would go to the Windom Arena and he would skate and practice playing hockey. One day after he was done skating he went upstairs to the dry land room and he was working on his clap bombs and and his top cheese snipes. When all of a sudden he heard a loud horn and a scream so he dropped his pucks and stick and quickly ran down stairs to see what was going on but when he arrived there was no one there. Jeffy started to look around and yelled “hello, is anyone there?” but there was no response he slowly walked away and he went

During my short life, I have not had many life altering experiences; however, one thing that has changed me for the better is playing hockey. Since I started playing hockey in eighth grade it has been something I have become passionate about for various reasons. One reason is my love for the game in general, and more specifically for playing goalie, the one position that holds the balance of the scoreboard. The second reason is being a part of a team. This is important to me because it gives a strong sense of purpose to the player. Playing hockey has allowed me to meet new people, learn to work with others towards a common goal, and also be a leader to those who need it.

I will never forget what it was like in the locker room before our biggest games. We would get dressed in the locker room while listening to our pregame playlist, then our coach would come in and give his pregame speech, we would then do our unique “Oh Mama” pregame chant, finally to run onto the ice in a rink packed of dedicated fans anticipating the experience of the Hartland Hockey culture. As special as the pregames were, the postgames were even more special. In my two years on the team, we never lost a game at home, hence a lot of celebrating. After a big win, there was always a distinct electric feeling as we came back in the locker room that I’ve never felt elsewhere. We would blast our postgame playlist and have fun while the local news crews waited outside for interviews. These experiences made home game days my favorite days of the week, and days that I still look back to. Although these were my most fond memories in the locker room, there were so many

One more drop of the puck I thought. All of the work, for the Grand Rapids Griffins at least. Winning the first series, a best-of-five, against the Houston Aeros in a winner take all game five, winning the Conference Quarter-finals, best-of-seven, against the Toronto Marlies in six games, defeating the Oklahoma City Barons in the Conference Finals, and finally one drop of the puck away from the American Hockey League’s most prized possession, the Calder Cup.

It was hard to believe I was headed to University of Michigan to watch the Wolverines play Akron in football. It was my first time going to the Big House. Our tickets came late, we had to print off four copies to get in . We got there so early we tailgated with some students. Then went to buffalo wild wings for drinks and to use the bathroom before we went in the stadium. We also got wings because you can 't not get wings.

This memory story is about the first and only time I went to a Rocky Mountain Rage game. I was a second year squirt. It January 20th three days before the Rage game I don't even know yet. In the rink my parents tell out of surprise that i'm going to skate on the ice in between the 2nd and 3rd period at the rage game on January 23 .

I started playing mini-mite travel hockey when I was five years old. At that level they focused on teaching us basics of skating and hockey skills. After playing travel hockey for a couple years, I quit hockey all together for coaching difficulties. But after a short while I missed it and regretted my decision, so I signed back up for house hockey, which is a lower level than travel. I dominated the league with goals

I am a huge fan of sports and always aspired to one day to play in the NHL, yet my childhood dream was crushed after facing the harsh reality of the real road to a career in sports.