Hey Now!

Why would I make another blog, you ask? Well, to put simply, I do not know. I just read Sam's newest (old) blog that originally wasn't a blog. It was inspiring. You'd understand if you knew Sam like I know her. In a weird way, it's really good to hear the things she said (err...wrote.)

Anyways, this is my diary. Chris sort of has one and Sam uses her's sometimes too so I think i want to go back and blog about what happens to me as well as blogging on my hockey blog that I adore.

But, bleh. I feel so unoriginal because this layout that I am using for my blog is the same that Mr. Jefferey Matthew Kummer has for his. Whatever though, normally I'm much more creative, original and 'taking-the-long-way'.

Okay, here we go.

Today was my last hockey practice of the season. That made me sad. We didn't do anything fun at all. We started off practice with the Boston Wheel drill (start in the corner, skate around the main face off circle, receive a pass, take a shot). Then we divided the ice into three sections and divided the players into three groups. One group did a pass-skate-shoot drill, one group practiced passing and one group worked with one of the coaches on all five-kinds of shots. Then we had a scrimmage. That was it.

I tried to shoot like Jonathan Toews of the Chicaho Blackhawks. There's this one commercial on the NHL Network where the announcer goes "Jonathan Towes! Forehand, backhand. What a goal! Amazing! Did you see that Chicago?" So I've been trying to master a forehand deke and then backhanding the rebound. The goalie has shut me down on every one. Today, I got very close. I deked right where he dove for it and I recovered the rebound and blasted a backhand. It bounced off the right post. GRRR.

While on the bench during a scrimmage, I wished I was playing on the other team. I hated having to share a scrimmage team with Robbie. Last practice, I hit him three times. The first two times, I hit him into the boards so he didn't fall down, just got smashed. The third time, I hit him out in the open so he fell down. My team cheered for me. It felt good to hear cheering.

This time, I wasn't playing against Robbie. I wanted to hit him but I didn't have the option. It's sad that it's our last practice. It's even sadder that I didn't get to hit Robbie. I don't like him at all. No me gusta nada. He hurt my feelings after claiming to be in love with me and then two days later meeting some chick and then telling the world how in love with her he was. I didn't like him all that much but it made me feel bad about myself. Hitting him made me feel a lot better because I knew it was the hockey-leagal way to hit him. Maybe next season I'll be a Colin White type player where I just own everyone with my hits of fury.

A Devils game is coming on so I need to switch blogs.

I also stopped a slapshot with my hand today. Let me just say...OW!! OUCH! It hurts. A lot. I thought I broke it. I feel better now, though. Just wanted to say that.

Later dudes.