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“Beck! Beck! BECK!”

“Yeah?” I yelled looking up at coach

“Play high next shift look for the pass”

“Alright”


I was in the semifinals for the state hockey championship it was tied at one a piece with eleven somewhat minutes left in the second. The other team chucked the puck to our end and started their line change giving us the time to change our lines as well.
I was the first on the ice and skated back to our lone defender to relieve him of the puck so we could do a complete change another defender showed up a few seconds later and I left the puck to him so I could start skating up ice with the two other forwards. The defender threw it up to the right wing and he carried it into the zone and left it for the defender who who just stepped on, he waited a second and passed it to me but the puck hopped over my stick and made its way to our left winger who threw it around on the boards behind their goalie to our right winger who deflected it to me, as the puck entered my wheel house I twisted my body and shot it i watched as it lifted over and past the goalies glove hand into the net.
I threw my hands up in excitement and we did our thing before going back to center for the faceoff.

I won the faceoff back and we played a little patty cake before we started up ice, I put on a burst of speed still on the high of my goal and got past their back-checking forwards and was immediately passed the puck and ended up face to face with their biggest defender he was 6 foot 4 and 225 pounds of pure goonery. He kept pushing me outside towards the wall as we entered the zone, I stepped into his inside and watched as he spun 180 degrees and tripped me i fell onto the ice and felt him fall on top of me and purposely ride me head first into the boards. I tried to slow my self by reaching out in front of me stick in hand to cushion the impact but as soon as we hit the boards every thing from my finger tips to my elbows was in some level of pain.

He pushed himself off me and I rolled onto my back and screamed in excruciating pain holding my arms still. The kid started skating away and I watched as our goalie my best friend Mark shed his mask, mit, and stick in a full stride and stepped into this ass hole kid with all of his weight going through his fist and knock the shit head out, It was definitely nice to know my team had my back.

Our Athletic Trainer ran out too me “Jason what hurts man?”

“My arms my fucking arms!”

“Be specific”

“Elbows down on both”

“Jason!” I saw mom sliding across the ice

“Ms Beck stay back please” Mr Donovan said, he waived the stand by paramedics over

“No no I’m not going out on a goddamn stretcher, get me up”

“Are you sure?”

“Get me up Mr Donovan”

“Ms Beck I need your help” mom stepped to one side and Mr Donovan was on the other “use his shoulder to help him up” he said.


They lifted me and Mark and another close friend Craig skated over and took their roles as mom and Mr Donovan started talking about what they should do. I was pushed over to where the medics were and was sat down.


“I hope its of bad bud” Mark said

“Me too, we sorta need you man” Craig added

“Go win the game guys”

They skated off and and the medics started their work “What’s your name?” One asked

“Jason Beck”

“Jason where’s the pain?”

“From my elbows to my fingers” Mr Donovan was talking to the other medic and mom was helping get my gloves off “gentle mom please” she lifted it slowly off, my hand was already starting to swell, my two sisters Farrah and Michelle popped up around the corner.

“Farrah get the other glove off of his hand”

She grabbed my hand and slid the glove off slowly revealing another swollen hand “What the hell did you do?” she asked

“I got rode head first into the boards by an asshole”

My jersey, pads, and undershirt all came off so the doc’s could get a better assessment of my arms from about mid forearm up I was swollen “He needs X-ray’s” a medic said

“Alright” mom said “girls can you get his skates off? I gotta go get our stuff and his shoes

“Can you put my undershirt back on me please?” Mom pulled the shirt on me real quick and left

“Do you think you’re gonna be alright?” Michelle asked

“I dunno my arms feel like they just got run over”

My skates were finally pulled off of my feet “c’mon let’s go meet mom and get the fuck outta here”


We walked down the hall and made a left and made our way to where the bleachers were and waited till mom popped out, we left the building and headed for the hospital.