Hockey: the perfect sport
I've never been a sports person. In fact, I never really understood what fascination people had in sports. That is, until the 1998 Winter Olympics. I fell head over heals in love with the spirit the hockey teams had. Here were countries that had in some cases just gotten new independance, and their players were filled with such nationalism, tallent, and spirit. The good ole Canadians didn't do so well, but the Americans didn't either... and by the end I was watching two absolutely incredible men quite closely: Dominik Hasek and Olaf Kolzig. The games were breathtaking, the talent incredible... and I was hooked. That year, the capitals, my hometown team I had seen in action last when I was in third grade, made it to the Stanley Cup playoffs... and from then on, I wasn't just hooked, I was addicted.
The tough guys, agile men flying on the ice, slams into the boards, padded goalies doing the splits, icing the puck, adorable tough men who insist on playing through pain, checking a player so hard he gets winded, amazing passes and formations, zambonis, the roar of the croud, and more wonderfully heroic men who play as if their whole hearts are the game Hockey 101 -powerpoint presentation I created for a speech in Professionalism class |
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