Nerves pulsing.
Under the gear,
I churn with fear.
I'm just a rookie, sitting on the bench,
But I know the coach could say,
It's just a matter of time,
He'll shout, "You're on, at the red line!"
He's said it.
My heart jumps,
My stomach is churning.
Above me the time on the clock is turning.
My position is left,
Paige, another rookie, is right winger,
The whistle blows.
The excitement grows.
The puck drops.
Our heads snap up.
Our center dumps it into the zone,
This is an easy game, I should have known.
The game is over,
I'm sweaty but it's great.
We won, we won!
16 to none!
Later in the dressing room,
I join my team is in high spirits.
I no longer feel so lame,
I love this game!
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