It was a Wednesday night and we were in Centenial for a hockey game. My team was losing 10-1. The other team was gigantic, fast as lightning, and had more practice than we did. We knew we were going to lose.
It was the second period and the ice was cold and unforgiving as ever. My asst. coach said that anyone who scored got an autographed hockey stick from the huskies. That was my main motivation. Like i said before it was the second period and me and Max needed a line change.
Max dumped the puck from the blue line and I skated in as fast as I could. I watched as the puck bounced off of the goalie and started to fall. Time seemed to be at a stand still. I dropped to my knees and began to slide. As time slowed I began to aim for the puck. Just before it hit the ice I swung. At 3 feet from the goal the goalie forgot I was there.
The puck sailed threw the air and hit the back of the net. My victory was short lived as i was still sliding... And fast. I hit the wall at about 15 mph. That really hurt.
Well we still went on to lose the game but I will never forget that night...
I like how you described the puck falling. You could have described more about the game.
ReplyDeleteI do like how you described the ice as cold and unforgiving, whereas the description of the puck falling seemed kind of choppy if you read the punctuation, perhaps you could pay a little more attention to where you want your pauses in the reading.
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