Stepping onto the ice, almost gives you a shock
The bitter cold quickly consumes you
Seeing the net where the goalie is there to block
Rarely letting slip in just a few

As horn sounds and the ref’s whistle blows
The players line up and the game is started
The puck drops and the players follow where it goes
A goal is scored leaving the goalie outsmarted

The players celebrate high-fiving the star
As the other goalie, out of embarrassment tries to hide in his pads
As he replaces his water-bottle to its spot on the cross bar
And discussing the goal is done by the dads

This here is my dedication
About my infatuation
With this awesome sport
That I wish I never did abort