Narrative Essay About Hockey

Most people don’t understand the rules of hockey, and all they know is that it is played by Canadians. Most don’t understand the appeal of being in a freezing cold room, chasing a small rubber puck on blades as sharp as knives, trying to prevent five behemoths from destroying you. Most would choose to not play hockey, but I am not like most. The crashing of the boards. The sound of skates on ice. The ringing of posts. The sound of goal horns and high fives. This is what I live for. This is hockey. Hockey has been in my life since I was four, and although I don't remember it, my parents remind me of the look and pure happiness upon my face when the puck would trickle across the line, causing me to then celebrate and fall down for the thousandth time. During harsh Minnesota winter nights, you could find me at the rink. Bundled up wearing layers of jackets and snow pants, scarves covering everything except for my eyes and rosy cheeks. Eventually joining a team in first grade, I had my first teammates. After games, I would be either exuberant and full of conversation, or frustrated and quiet. Either way, I would need to learn to move on and focus on the next practice, and because of this, hockey taught me how to deal with disappointment, be a good sport, and to “bounce back” after a loss. …show more content…
For many tournaments, we were the only team from, and therefore represented, the state of Minnesota. With this sense of pride, our whole team played at a higher caliber. Eventually my coaches took notice at my contributions to the team, and decided to assign me as an assistant captain. As a player with an “A” on my chest, I had new duties to ensure that whatever happened was for the best of the team. I would make sure everyone was in line, played with passion and good sportsmanship, and put the team