it was a cold winter sunday. 8 am. put on a dress shirt, slacks, a tie and a jacket. load up the trunk. i entered the bus with my music on, and took a nap. the nap lasts around 45 min – an hour and then it was time. as we woke up we all knew what lie ahead of us. it was 9 am and the game started at 1030. it was time to shine. going in all your thinking is. well in a 38 game season, we lost 4 games. one to this team. you think eh what the fuck, who cares, its my time to shine. you start to look at the enemy and they are somewhat large. a nice bunch of 21 year olds just staring you down, thinking these little bastards, they win this game and they go to the championship. MIND YOU, we had all intentions on winning the championship for the third year in a row. we sit down in the locker room, its silent. jock strap, left sock, right sock, pants, left skate right skate. left pad, right pad. then a nice meditation. glove save a beauty, i got this breakaway i thought to myself. yea i was starting this game, probably the most important game to date. if we lost that team was heading to nationals with us. if we won we mad it to the championship and showed them whos boss. game time approaches, and of course coach made a cool speech, but i didnt care. i was too busy focusing on what i needed to due. man and were they frustrated. i didnt show any mercy. no matter what they did they couldnt beat me, i was on fire. splits here and there, upside down inside out up down.. is the only way i can describe it. i was goooooood.

of course we won

and of course i then had a shut out in the championship

and thats how exciting my life used to be.

no i go to baruch

and work in mcdonalds

this sports med proffession better do me good..

bc 18 or 38, i want my life to be exciting.