Stanley Cup

It had been the toughest 60 minutes of my life. 60 mintues of my life that I had spent breathing out my lungs and spitting out my guts. My legs were aching and my feet were covered in blood. Although I could not see it I could feel it soaking through my socks.My gear was soaked in my sweat and I could smell the horrid stench radiating off me. The fear of losing this game was far too strong and the fear of giving up was even stronger. We had not come all this way to lose but we did not come all this way to win without a fight. It was our only time to shine, today, now, in this moment. With the last minute approaching the score was 2-2 and our team was getting anxious. Every practice, every workout, every game had led up to this very moment. It was a power play for us and the puck was against my stick. I quickly snapped a shot from the corner and letting it go towards the net with two seconds left. The puck goes to the top corner of the net, the buzzer goes off and the bench goes wild. Rapidly my team members leave the bench towards my direction with looks of joy on their faces and relief in every part of their bodies. The excitment is unbearable and undescribable, after all none of us had every felt this feeling before. Our work had payed off and it was our time to celebrate and shine. It was the day that every hockey player could only hope for and now we were the team to accomplish it. The Stanley Cup in our hands.