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IT'S JUST A GAME! From plastic heads to silver blades - Sharp! Cutting into frozen water. Ice. Warrior's padded shoulder to foot. Narrow face bars & plastic shields. Tooth guards. Neoprene kit holders. These warriors do battle with angled, molded and laminated curved sticks of all things. Six men charge. Another six men attack. They clash as the black round disk hurtles across the frozenness of a white frozen floor covering covered with strange red and blue markings. Not unlike behemoths - Not unlike ballerinas - These men, these warriors wearing various coloured shirts and leggings intermingle, clash, cavort, and carry on in sometimes a vain attempt to put a small black rounded disk into a net! The red and white jersey team mixes, skirmishes, and crushes against their lesser foe dressed in red, white, and blue. Tin whistles blast against the cold blown by zebra striped men almost unheard in the ice palace while the crowd roars in frenetic delight. It's Daniel in the Den. Men sent into the sin bin and wait! Flags of nations wave. Waiting for the end. Waiting for the best. Waiting for the gold. It's awesome and magnificent. Tears in grown men's eyes. Music blares. Everyone at attention. A maple leaf above all. A nation is heard roaring from thousands of miles away. We win. CANADA WINS! How proud we all are as the warriors pack their bags, and head home awaiting a nation's united response to the best in the world. |
Additional Notes:
Kit - testicles
Zebra - referee
Sin bin - penalty box
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