Sunday, May 13, 2012

hockey game

It is most likely the last game of the season. We are about to play the number two team in the state. We are all expecting to get crushed, but we still have the slightest amount of hope that maybe we can pull something off. We are one point away from making it to the tournament. All we have to do is tie. Coach comes into the locker room and tells us the game plan. It is entirely different from anything we have ever done before. The plan is to get it over the red line and dump it. Our only goal is to waste time. It could actually work, but only if everybody sticks to the plan. If just one person is out of position at the wrong time it could cost us the game, and our season. We know we can do it; it is just a matter of discipline. Skating out onto the ice, we are completely focused. Not even the blaring music can distract us. The other team lazily skates around. They think they have this game in the bag. The buzzer sounds and we line up for the face off. My heart is practically beating out of my chest. I want this so bad. The referee drops the puck and our center pulls it back to my defensive partner, who skates just past the red line and dumps it deep into the other teams zone. By the time the other team gets the puck out of their zone 20 seconds have already burned off the clock. This could actually work! We do it over and over again. Get the puck and dump it, get the puck and dump it. Its like were on a constant penalty kill. By the time I know it the first period is over, and the score is still 0-0. When we get back into the locker room everybody is ecstatic, one period down, two to go. The buzzer sounds for the second period and we walk back out onto the ice. The other team is still in their locker room. I’m sure their coach is pretty mad and they will probably come out a lot stronger than they did in the first period, but were ready. They finally emerge from their locker room, and they look a lot more pumped up than they did before. Our coach tells us not to worry about it and to just do what we did in he first period. We execute the plan perfectly. I can tell they are getting very frustrated. They start getting stupid penalties. This is what we have been waiting for. Were a man up, this is our chance to score. It’s a two on one; our right wing slides it over to our left wing who has a wide-open shot. Oh my gosh, I cannot believe it she is going to score! The pass misses her stick by a centimeter. We were so close. Though it would have been nice to score, its okay because all we need to do is tie it. We continue to stick to the plan, and the longer they go without scoring the more frustrated they get. The clock has now run down to two minutes. I am starting to get very nervous; if they score now there is no way that we can come back. It is crucial that everybody is in perfect position at all times. Somehow they catch one of us out of position and get a good shot on net, but our goalie makes an amazing save and keeps us in the game. They keep the puck in our zone for the next minute and a half, we are exhausted, but we manage to dump it one last time. They skate as fast as they can in order to get one last shot, but it’s to late. Five, four, three, two, one, BUZZZZ! We did it! We are going to the tournament! The other team is devastated and as bad as it sounds, it just makes me that much happier. They are in shock, they expected to crush us. This just shows what determination can do. WORD COUNT: 696

2 comments:

  1. 1. Congrats on going to the tournament.
    2. What position do you play?
    3. Try having more than one paragraph.

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  2. You captured the tension of just trying to survive to the buzzer very well.

    A few things:
    1. Doublecheck those Big 16 errors. You've got three that stand out here: were/we're, it's/its, and two/too/to.
    2. This would be so much better if it were organized. A hockey game has three periods, so this piece sets up as five paragraphs. Intro (nervousness before the game)-p1-p2-p3-conclusion (rejoicing! Yay!).

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