The cockiest, dirtiest, most irresponsible group of athletes in the world! They will do anything just to be able to tell their team mates a great story in the dressing room. Live the dream until they are 35, or in Ronnie's case 75, then realize they never made it. Ladies love you, guys want to be you, and you are the soul of the universe. You lace up the skates, put on the gloves, strap on the helmet, and walk on to the ice and nothing else matters. It doesn't matter that you failed a test, your girl is being a bitch, or that you got a ticket on the way there...you're world is absolutely perfect for the next couple of hours.
Here's to face-offs, goals, assists, overtime, living on the road, cold rinks, early mornings, breakaways, going top cheese, countless hours of practice, bag skates, puking, thousands of dollars, dangling d-men, end to end rushes, big hits, broken twigs, new skates, packing bombs, dropping the mittens, wheelin' broads, coaches, adding the letter "y" to the end of everyone's last name, the word "fuck", pick up, tape to tape sauce, let downs, miracles and most of all - the game of Hockey. Why?
Why do you skate back and forth night after night? Skating so hard we throw up. Skating so hard your heart beat rings in your head, while your lungs are gasping for air. Late nights, early mornings, Friday nights, Saturday evenings, broken bones, torn muscles and deep bruises!! You skate through it all. Because you live off your adrenaline, because the game frees your spirit, because the party in the locker room is second to none, because you're invincible once you step on the ice, because one shot can make you smile all night, sniping the twine, backy shelf where momma keeps the peanut butter or cookie jar or whatever she keeps up there, the rattling of the boards, the feel of the puck, and skates carving into the ice is a rhythm to live by, because it is possible to skate fast enough to leave all your worries behind.
Sweat is the cologne of your accomplishment. “Why? Why would someone push themselves so hard”, the uneducated pussies always ask? HOUSE LEAGUE, A, AA, AAA, JR.A, OHL, WHL, AHL, OUA, US COLLEGE, SMIHL, SRIHC, NHL, ANY LEAGUE, ANY PLACE. It's never been for the fucking money, it's not for the girls, and it's not for the fame. 'The Boys' play because you fucking love it...
If that doesn't make you wanna play lads, then you're in the wrong sport. Now you know how much I truely love this sport.
cheers,
Jordan aka Tekky.
CLUB TREASURER October 28, 2009 - 11:30 AM --
It is withcommiseration that I have to report the current predicament of the clubs Treasurer, Bill McMeekin. Unfortunately, Bill and his family have suffered the alarming and distressing circumstance of having a severe fire in their home. Fortunately, no one was injured but the fire was severe enough, that the family now have to reside in temporary accommodation, until such time as their damaged residence can be restored.
As you can imagine, the pressure that Bill is under at the moment is quite considerable. Consequently, the Club Committee have agreed to relieve Bill of his responsibilities as Treasurer, on a temporary basis, until such time as he has put his family back on an even keel and, once again, has the time for the task.
In the mean time the job of Treasurer will be taken over by Ronnie McCorkindale. Therefore all financial matters relating to the club should be referred to him.
