The rink was cold and the ice was colder. Parents cheered as they sat in the cold metal bleachers giving themselves scoliosis. The ice glistened against the arena lights like the sun shining on a lake. The grinding sound of my skates digging into the ice as I seem my window open like flip of a switch I have made my mind up of what I am going to do and how i'm going to do it. I can see everything happening in my head before it happens. I know the tendencies of the other player and I know that he is coming at me in full stride with his head down and I know that it is not good for him.
I begin to churn my legs like a well oiled machine, as I make my way pased the blue line and into the opponent's territory. I have one thing and one thing only
I begin to churn my legs like a well oiled machine, as I make my way pased the blue line and into the opponent's territory. I have one thing and one thing only