hockey

Baseball happens to be a game of cumulative tension but football, basketball and hockey are played with hand grenades and machine guns.

I love the smell of the ice... And the cold. The sound the puck makes when it's sliding across the ice or when hits the net for a goal... as long as it's our goal. I love the sound of sticks crashing against one another. The sound my skates make when I come to a hard stop. The roar of the crowd. The way I feel when i'm playing. I can do things on this ice that I can't do anywhere else.

The English play hockey in any weather. Thunder, lightening, plague of locusts...nothing can stop the hockey. Do not fight the hockey, for the hockey will win.

I broke up with her to avoid getting into a serious relationship with her, and now it

The accusation raises my hackles. __hy? Because I__ a player?_ Indignation makesmy tone harsher than I intend for it to be. __ave you ever thought that maybe it__because I haven__ met the right girl yet? But no, I couldn__ possibly want someone tocuddle with andwatch movies with, someone who wears my jersey and cheers for meat games, and cooks dinner with me the way you and Garrett_

someone like Grace. Someone exactly like Grace, with her Ted Bundy rantsand her calming presence and__ello, irony.

His eyes are a hazy swirl ofgray, like a thick mass of clouds gathering before an impending storm

Jamie Canning was my first crush and my first love. But he was never mine to have.

And all those things you listed right now, they__ethings Garrett and I do together. Dude, you don__ want me. You want me andGarrett.

ESPN, is having the ability to foretell future outcomes in sports.

Practice hard,Train hard,work hard and Play harder.

I love everything about you Kacey, because the best thing in life is finding someone who knows your flaws, mistakes, difficulties, and still think you are bad-ass and loves you.

But remember, Kacey has a temper and she's crazy protective of you so if you need bail money, let me know.

I have salt and sugar at home, but I'm paying eighty bucks to have ya'll rub it on my feet. If I want to yell at my sister-in-law about that fact that I just found out I am pregnant, and how my boyfriend, the recovering alcoholic, is still fragile and I don't know if he'll make it, whether I'm going to miscarry like I did before, and a whole other list of shit, like, hell, I don't know, what I'm going to be when I grow up, then I will! And maybe, just maybe, for the eighty bucks you're charging me, I can yell a bit."The woman only blinked as Lacey snickered beside her. "Keep it down and congratulations.""Thanks, and I'll try," Kacey said as the woman walked away. She then turned to Lacey, who was fully laughing at this point. "Really> This is not funny.""Oh, I'm cracking up because if you're already this emotional and bitchy, God help us all once you reach the third Trimester.

Ah, the trainer with the hands," one of them said. She was very pretty, thick dark hair and even darker eyes. She had a nice body, but it was easy to see she had been having babies. "Lucas talks about you fondly."Kacey smiled. "Yeah, his shoulder's been giving him shit lately," she said, figuring this must be Fallon, Lucas's wife."Yeah, and if you didn't keep him from birching about it, I might have to try and kick your ass. But seeing that he is happy, and you are also a good six inches taller than me and have abs and arms that could squash small children, I'm gonna just say, hey! It's nice to meet you!" she said and everyone laughed as they shook hands.

But I didn't even make you work for it. I just jumped you like a cat in heat.

We are Nasvillians now. We have to be classy Southern bitches."Kacey glared as she swigged her tea. "Classy girls don't say classy bitches.""This one does," Lacey said as she took a sip of her tea with her pinky up just to show she meant what she said.

Payback's a bitch, but thankfully those tissues are only full of snot and tears instead of dead little sperms.