I get a text yesterday, "can you help?"..."we need you tonight", what am I to say...no? no, i say yes.
it
takes about an hour to get ready, put on my gear...stretch my limbs to
enable myself to assume the positions of a prepubescent cirque du soleil
contortionist, get focused, pumped up and leave the world behind with
my 30lbs of eye watering smelly sweat drenched gear balanced on two thin
blades. i love this game...this challenge as violent as it may
seem...it's all for "fun"...fun! something inside on me, the thrill
seeker i guess drives me to place myself in between the "pipes" guarding
the holy grail of the game, the sacred gateway to Valhalla...it's a
solitary position...no one else will do it, or wants to. they can't seem
to understand what it is having the weight of all that is within the
ice, sitting on ones shoulders, what it feels and looks like when ten
people come rushing down at breakneck speeds, half trying to help the
others trying with all of their adrenaline filled childhood fantasies of
defeating what is mine...i crouch poised, focused, making my reality
become that of a slow-motion film scene, ready to defend what is
mine...having to react in less than a blink of the eye...ready to stop
and or be struck by a piece of hard rubber flying at 70+mph...you will
not get yours this time my friend and foe, the next, we will see, but
this time NO...
sometimes it can be so lonely down here with no
one around to play with, talk to...reassure me that it was they who let
ME down this time, not I...but soon once again for the 20th or more time
in the night i will be the most popular guy on the ice, even though
half of them try to break my will, make me afraid, second guess myself
and what it is that i do. sometimes it will pass by, and leave me with
the feeling of mental
anguish...guilt...disappointment...shame...pain...but tonight once again
i'm the one that stood between them and the holy grail of the ice, the sacred gateway to Valhalla...they're
the ones who leave in shame, disappointment and pain...next time, they
think, "we will break him down, test his will once again"...next
time...we'll see, I'm thinking no...
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i love how descriptive this entry is. Although you don't mention what sport you are talking about, you are able to guess what it is, unless im wrong. You are talking about hockey right? Just making sure! Anyways, the way in which you wrote "the game" makes it very intersting to read.
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