College Athletes-Personal Narrative

Numb, I couldn’t feel anything in my fingers and toes. I couldn’t even remember what I did the entire day. I couldn’t hear anything besides the ringing in my ears. I laid on the ice and was blinded by the lights in the arena. I knew it was bad, I’ve been hit before but this one was different, this is the kind where they say, it might be time to hang it up, if I had a nickel for every time some coach or some doctor said that to me, well I probably wouldn’t have to work anymore. The trainers came onto the ice and were yelling my name “Matty, Matty can you hear us!” I could hear them but I couldn’t respond. I heard them say “We’re going to need the stretcher. We need to keep the neck still, don’t move him, don’t touch him.” Now I was getting scared, I’ve taken some shots, most I remember, some I don’t. This one had me scared like never before. I woke up feeling better than I had most days, it was game day. There’s nothing better. I woke up in the team hotel with my line and roommate J.T. We had been teammates for four years now which is a long time in this league. We both played in the minors together, came up together and somehow got drafted on the same team, he was my best friend. We grabbed a cup of coffee and went down for the team breakfast. Guys had ice packs all over, that’s how the playoffs go, and you do whatever you …show more content…
Everybody had their headphones on getting pumped up for the game. Some guys talk quietly in the back but everyone remained extremely focused. In the locker room, everybody goes through their own routine, whatever it takes to prepare you to play. It was about 10 minutes before we were supposed to hit the ice for the game and that’s when Rick came in. Rick went over his strategy stuff, and gave his starting lineup. No one needs any extra motivation for the playoffs, so his speech was pretty