I definitely miss this game already...too much. Hockey is MY favorite pastime and I could watch it forever and ever Im pretty sure. In this picture my awesome brother Bret (#14) would seriously like to man handle the little mouthpiece in front of him runnin his mouth. However, Elliott (#12), Brets linemate and good friend, is so gently reminding him that little pipsqueek isnt worth his time. I mean really? Look at the height difference...haha are they kidding or just stupid? Lol. My blood starts flowing hard and fast when situations like this happen...especially when it involves my brother! I love it! He has only ONE legit fight his entire junior career and he speedbagged the guy breaking his nose and givin him two black eyes. Pretty great if you ask me...Dad got to watch it but nobody else in the family did because it was an away game versus Yellowstone. I was so bummed!! It gives me a sense of pride and accomplishment FOR him when he gets rowdy on the ice...I think because it happens so few and far between. Haha. It takes a lot to push Bret's buttons far enough that he actually wants to physically harm you...with the exception of hitting legally anyway. This game is all about talent and who has it and who doesnt...you dont have what it takes...you ride pine or simply dont dress at all. Im proud to say Ive been watching my brother play this game since we were 5 and 6 years old...I even attempted to play it when I was 12....yeah that didnt work out so well. Haha lets just say I am a much better spectator! Bret used to stand in the stands watching me play and cringe everytime I touched the ice because I was terrible lol. Blue line to blue line...never quite made it into either zone I dont think hahaha. Glad I realized quickly after that year I would much rather watch talented players than make myself look like a moron...I WAS THAT BAD ;) Growing up going from team to team house league to rep league and finally juniors with Bret was such a great experience. I had a blast traveling with his team as a kid swimming in hotels and bouncing around from rink to rink...state tourneys to PNAHA. It was a glorious time. And now I can continue to watch him as he is all grown up and in college now...still playing hockey for the EWU club team! Boy oh boy does that Eastern Rec Center fill up with people for those games too...sold out almost everytime. Loud as ever in there and every single person screaming for the Eagles...its intense. Not to mention the cheese bread they serve in the Roost restaurant/snack bar is freaking amazing!!! Haha. If you cant tell by now I am a pretty dang proud sister of my brother and his achievements over the years...there is nobody else in the world I would rather watch play hockey than my hero :) So at times like this...hospital bound once again...feeling like I just cant win...again...I remember how much I love being a part of this sport and sharing it with him and his teammates. And underneath all that dissappointment and anger I find happiness and I smile if even just for one second...and during that second I am free. Free from pain. Free from every single bad thought running through my brain! So thank you Brother...for being my constant inspiration whether you mean to or not...you do it!! :) Go Eags!!
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
H.O.C.K.E.Y & B.R.O.T.H.E.R
I definitely miss this game already...too much. Hockey is MY favorite pastime and I could watch it forever and ever Im pretty sure. In this picture my awesome brother Bret (#14) would seriously like to man handle the little mouthpiece in front of him runnin his mouth. However, Elliott (#12), Brets linemate and good friend, is so gently reminding him that little pipsqueek isnt worth his time. I mean really? Look at the height difference...haha are they kidding or just stupid? Lol. My blood starts flowing hard and fast when situations like this happen...especially when it involves my brother! I love it! He has only ONE legit fight his entire junior career and he speedbagged the guy breaking his nose and givin him two black eyes. Pretty great if you ask me...Dad got to watch it but nobody else in the family did because it was an away game versus Yellowstone. I was so bummed!! It gives me a sense of pride and accomplishment FOR him when he gets rowdy on the ice...I think because it happens so few and far between. Haha. It takes a lot to push Bret's buttons far enough that he actually wants to physically harm you...with the exception of hitting legally anyway. This game is all about talent and who has it and who doesnt...you dont have what it takes...you ride pine or simply dont dress at all. Im proud to say Ive been watching my brother play this game since we were 5 and 6 years old...I even attempted to play it when I was 12....yeah that didnt work out so well. Haha lets just say I am a much better spectator! Bret used to stand in the stands watching me play and cringe everytime I touched the ice because I was terrible lol. Blue line to blue line...never quite made it into either zone I dont think hahaha. Glad I realized quickly after that year I would much rather watch talented players than make myself look like a moron...I WAS THAT BAD ;) Growing up going from team to team house league to rep league and finally juniors with Bret was such a great experience. I had a blast traveling with his team as a kid swimming in hotels and bouncing around from rink to rink...state tourneys to PNAHA. It was a glorious time. And now I can continue to watch him as he is all grown up and in college now...still playing hockey for the EWU club team! Boy oh boy does that Eastern Rec Center fill up with people for those games too...sold out almost everytime. Loud as ever in there and every single person screaming for the Eagles...its intense. Not to mention the cheese bread they serve in the Roost restaurant/snack bar is freaking amazing!!! Haha. If you cant tell by now I am a pretty dang proud sister of my brother and his achievements over the years...there is nobody else in the world I would rather watch play hockey than my hero :) So at times like this...hospital bound once again...feeling like I just cant win...again...I remember how much I love being a part of this sport and sharing it with him and his teammates. And underneath all that dissappointment and anger I find happiness and I smile if even just for one second...and during that second I am free. Free from pain. Free from every single bad thought running through my brain! So thank you Brother...for being my constant inspiration whether you mean to or not...you do it!! :) Go Eags!!
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