Hockey isn't just a game. It's passion, desire, honor and credibility. It's what dreams are made of.
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A new comer to Cranberry Portage Mohawks hockey club, Robert McKay is on a journey of following his dreams to one-day, play in the National Hockey League. He has to overcome obstacles along his way, striving for what he yearns and loves, hockey. Following dreams isn’t always easy, with hockey, alcohol, girls along with peer pressure, all the distractions he faces. Robert is faced with one major obstacle, the most difficult decision of his life. Through hard times, he must chose to whether he should continue his journey, become a prominent player, or stand aside and watch as his dreams drift away.
Hockey isn’t just a game… it’s passion, desire, honor and credibility. It’s what dreams are made of.
“Winning isn’t everything… it’s the only thing.” Vince Lombardi.
Mohawks vs Millionaires
The crowd cheered as the Millionaires touched the ice; they skated by center ice looking at us, sizing us up perhaps. Farmer boys we called them, the size of some of them was unbelievable. But we were not intimidated, I watched as one by one circled center ice. Looking for him, maybe he was not playing. It was as life itself had come to a complete halt, as he appeared.
Number 27 slowly made his way to the ice, Wade McCormick. Standing 6 foot 5 with his skates, you can almost hear the ice separating as his blades cut through it. I watched his every move; the way he handled the puck, it was like it was stuck to his stick. He had soft hands for a guy his size with a quick release. I was in complete awe witnessing his talent.
McCormick swings into the right wing, exchanging positions. He receives the puck and skates in. He goes wide on Blaine stick handling around him. Blaine tries to grab him; Jason skates in to check him. McCormick dance’s around him, the crowd is on there feet cheering. Darryl skates in to play the puck, and McCormick plows into him sending him to the ice. The crowd yells in excitement, McCormick draws all the attention to him, and then he gives a beautiful saucer pass to the slot. Blake cups it then lets a wrist shot go, Tim saves it.
Houda skates in whacking in the rebound, it sends the crowd into a roar. The town’s favourite son’s score, the place goes wild as their air horn sounds. They loved hockey, they loved the Millionaires, and they loved McCormick. With that, it felt like they sank their teeth in. It hurt; I was caught admiring them as we now changed the lines. Mr. Boyle patted our shoulders as we came of the ice. “It’s only the first period Boy’s.” He said loudly, but the others didn’t hear from the noise of the crowd booming. Then they chanted “Charge.” To the theme that was now playing.
Mohawks vs Neepawa Natives
Sitting on the bench patiently waiting, the puck drops to start the second period. Jay loses the draw, but they forced them into their end. Trying to set up their break out, one of their defence gets hammered into the boards. The house roars with excitement, driving down to our end they pass off quickly and set up a shot. Tim steers into the corner, where the Natives pick it up. Cycling they made two quick passes, across to the other defence one touch pass down low. And a quick wind up and rips one at Tim, hitting him dead square in the head. Knocking him over, he sprawls to get to his knees. The crowd roars, wooing when Tim makes another impossible save. Down and out he stretched out with his stick he makes the save. There’s a scramble in front Tim gives up a rebound, with a quick snap shot from their player. Tim gloves it stopping the play.
There is applause from the crowd as they’re enjoying the show. Changing the lines, I would skate out to Dwayne’s right side. Darryl was on the left, pulling my elbow pad adjusting it. I glance at Waylon on defence and he pats his shoulder. I knew what he meant this time, and we square off. Dwayne wins it, I skated ahead switching positions with Darryl. The puck is dumped, and we chase it in. Darryl gets there first, fighting the opposition. Dwayne skates in to help slamming the player into the boards. I cycled around the slot, waiting for an opening. Then Darryl has the puck, he sees me. Giving a hard pass, I one time it. My knee dragging as I shoot, hitting the post it echoes the crowd woes.
Then the play quickly advances to our end, three on two. Going wide their winger winds up and drills a low shot. Tim goes down blocking the shot. It trickles through, and slowly slides past the goal line. The crowd screams in excitement, Tim puts his glove behind him thinking he has it...