I literally only have 13 minutes right now, so this post is just going to be one of the rare short and (hopefully) sweet posts.

Before I jump straight into it, I am going to give a little history lesson about this piece of writing. I wrote this about four years ago in a warm up for writing and we had to write about hockey. I, being a dancer, had no idea about anything to do with hockey, except for the “sticks”, so, naturally, being the very gory and sarcastic person I was, I wrote about the gore and sarcasm to go with it.

I love hockey.

I love the way that you can make people bleed heavily if you whack them hard
enough, and then your only punishment is to say: “sorry, I lost control of my
stick and it accidentally flew up into Vanessa’s face!”

Then they make you hug, which is gross mind you, but then you get blood on
your shirt, and the sweet scent reminds you that you hurt someone today!

I love the way that once everyone, including the coach, is lying figuratively
dead on the floor, you get to throw a huge temper tantrum, about how your
mum and dad made you come to this stupid game anyway, and the grass is 
your victim.

You see, I absolutely adore hockey, and I think it’s so much fun! The only thing
I actually don’t like about hockey, is well, hockey!