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regrouping. "Fight Club wasn't about winning or losing. It wasn't about words... It would be an extreme oversimplification to say that hockey is the solution to all my problems. I'd like to claim that there is no better remedy for a bad day than taking out my aggressions on opposing forwards and helpless rubber pucks. The truth of the matter is that hockey fixes nothing. When the two hours are up and the zammie comes to kick us off the ice, I snap back to reality. There are still homework problems to be solved, dirty dishes to be cleaned, money to be earned and bills paid. However, for those two hours, it all goes away. Hockey is not a cure. But I find that when I step on the ice, I cease to be bitter, angry, sad or in any way upset about day to day troubles. I can't not smile. The hockey world is not in and of itself perfect. Sometimes the puck cracks on the blade of my stick and settles nicely, a pass received in full stride. Other times the puck bounces unpleasantly over the top and the flow of the play is ruined. When things don't turn out as planned, we regroup. There is always a next time--be it next shift, next game, next season. Hockey is my chance to start anew. Every time. |
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