Hey, folks! I have been on and off with giving updates about my hockey league. Well… we played our final game today.
This is our last stand.
Naturally, I was nervous. I had never won a championship in any sport, despite being the top team in some and playing fairly well.
Once, I was on a team that lost every game and won the last one.
Once, I was on a team that was going to win 1st overall and then we lost our last game.
Once, I was on a 1st place team the entire season and then in the finals we—
Well, you get the idea. So I was nervous about how useful I would be. Last time I went to the playoffs (not even the finals, just the playoffs in general), I was so nervous I could hardly skate!
On the bright side, I had scored one glorious goal that year.
This year I had scored a lot! I actually lost track, believe it or not. I think I might have been a top scorer; I was around ten goals for the season.
Our team had finished first, so we advanced directly to the finals. The White and Black teams had to play each other first. The White Team won.
So I went to the locker. Coach Larry and our team chatted together a bit and then we headed out! The White team was already out there. We headed into some warm up drills, but before I knew it the buzzer had sounded, and we returned to our benches to prepare for the game.
We prepared, and I started out my line, playing on the right side.
And we were off! It was an intense start, but we were relatively even, each side hammering shots at the goalies.
I headed out, and we had an offensive zone draw, near the net.
Bsssph! The puck whizzed around as we passed the puck around our zone—bssh!—down low, right by the goal! The puck was passed toward me, right in front of the net.
There was an uproar from the stands and my teammates of celebration. I had scored, battling for the puck in front of the net and knocking it past the goalie.
Unfortunately, our bubble was soon burst, the White Team making it 1-1.
I headed back out, and we started cycling in the offensive zone. As the puck was flung around, I was forced to retrieve it twice in the corner, the second attempt being lost to my opponent, but not before he lost control. I took the puck right at the net—it was repelled—came to our defense at the point—she flung it at the net—and before I knew it, the net swished as the puck sailed in!
From there, we had several big chances. Going into them would make this a very long post, so let me put it in two sentences:
- There were some crazy chances, but our line didn’t break through for the rest of the period; however, when we took a penalty, our other line stole from the White Team, pressured them tremendously despite the fact they were outnumbered, and scored, making it 3-1.
- Nick. Was. Incredible. (Okay, four sentences…)
Nick, our goalie, made countless stops, stopping huge scrambles and playing his most incredible game ever.
Then the last period came.
It started out okay. One of our defensemen skated the puck up and from the left side scored from a-near impossible angle. I had been skating behind and that was a pretty big celebration.
It was 4-1. Pretty much impossible for the White team to come back, right?
Well, right after the goal, the faceoff came back to center. We lost the faceoff and immediately a huge player from the White Team took it, skated hard past us—whoosh-whoosh!- he skated past us ALL…ding—he scored. Unbelievable.
Then we came off and the White Team scored AGAIN, making it 4-3.
We basically started flinging everything out of our zone, putting our zone in lockdown. My legs were so tired I could hardly skate. I had to watch from the bench as the last minute came around. The White Team came at us hard, flinging everything at Nick. He was unbelievable, and our defense scrambled around to help protect him.
In the final seconds, the huge White Team player wrapped the puck around the net—not in!—faceoff—battle…
And suddenly, our team had the puck and flicked it out. Our offensive player skated it to the side as the White Team swarmed him, trying to take the puck back. I began breathing fast.
The game was over!! I threw my arms in celebration as we swarmed Nick and shouted with joy—we had won the championship!!!
I helped us on the way to two of our four goals, so I personally felt very accomplished. Unable to stop grinning, I waved to my fambase (family-fanbase) as we exited to the locker rooms as champions.