Blood On The Ice

Growing up playing hockey in Dublin Juniors I was always a lesser player than my older brother, Bas. My brother scored the goals but I was there to grind it out in the corners. Growing up I always wanted to be a hockey player like my dad.

One day we went to play our rival and I had had it with one of their wingers. Colin McCormick was a stout lad at 6’3 and weighing more than our heaviest player and our lightest player combined I’d imagine. He’s the typical person I’d expect to find in the corners fighting for a puck. I wasn’t normally big enough to challenge him but on this particular day I was feeling dangerous. Our Defenseman Chad Alfa dumps the puck into the zone and I go charging in. Colin starts to play the puck. This is where I would normally back away and take a position that would force him to pass the puck behind his net. Today I wanted my shoulder to merge with body.

On the other side of a massive collision that left us both on the ice he couldn’t believe I’d just done that. Maybe a little greasy but I was feeling it was his time to be scared. The puck has been gone for a while now but he shoves me anyways. I shove back. Before sound could’ve travelled from my lips to his ears our gloves were off and I was fighting the scariest man on the ice. I thought getting punched in the face would be really bad and that I wouldn’t last after that. I was a little surprised as to how much I enjoyed that first bit of pain. It was time to give it back. I go into a void in my head but I can feel my fist getting wetter every time it strikes his face. Suddenly I feel the weight shifting as he falls to the ice. A bloody pulp on the ice.

At the end of my 5 minute major I was skating on the ice but he was in the hospital. I really wasn’t ever much of a hockey player. My brother was always better. But I didn’t know anyone who could fight like I did. At the end of the season my brother was heading to the SMJHL but I was heading to the gym.

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4 Comments on this post.
  • Hydracronis
    29 September 2020 at 8:07 pm

    The Irish don’t fuck around, gonna be fun to watch you fight.

  • StackTheRacks12
    29 September 2020 at 10:35 pm

    Let’s get a glass of whiskey, playa!

  • timeconsumer
    30 September 2020 at 1:31 pm

    Well that’s terrifying

  • Lime
    30 September 2020 at 8:30 pm

    Heard you was talking shit. Don’t let me catch you slippin boy.

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