Can you love something that you have not been doing too long?
I think so. That's how I feel about playing hockey. It is something that I have been thinking about lately. It is something that I haven't been able to really truly express because of judgement. Judgement for why I am playing or why I want to play. Starting out many were not too thrilled for some odd reason but it's ironic because the guys and girls that actually play the game of hockey were happy I was doing it and gave me the support. I was jaded because I didn't feel like anyone really wanted me playing it but I realized that no one can stop you from doing something but yourself and you don't always have to prove yourself to people.
The man, the myth, and the legendary Cheyne Matheson are the reason I play. No one else was my biggest motivator. The biggest supporter I'd say would be my great friend Ty Anderson. Ty and Cheyne always made sure to check up on me and see my progress and it was really motivating to see them play and give me pointers. The calamity that it may look like is all usually planned. The wild frantic dashes from one side of the ice to the other has a reason. The checks and the roughness are what separates the weak from the strong. It may be the way the blade slices through the ice in a way that makes it look like a cold masochistic relationship or maybe it may be the thrill of the chase of the puck or even it may be the jeers and jesters of the opposing side that will make you crack a vengeful smile.
The ice and blade have a fantastical dance. A dance of tragedy with a scratch here and a scrape here. It is a cold unforgiving game but the team you are on gives you a warm feeling of comfort knowing that they have your back. It is a sentimental thing to think about and embrace. There are many different emotions when in the game. It is a roller-coaster of emotion when playing as well. When it's off season or no ice up there is a feeling of emptiness and it is nostalgic to think back on it as if it was forever ago. It is a beautiful sport that will never grow old and you can never grow tired of it.
