The Blackout

      All I could see was black, then I woke up not knowing where I was. I knew something was wrong because this didn't feel right. Everything seemed different and odd to me, but I wasn't sure what it was and why. I could hear the bright, colorful lights and I could see the loud, screeching sirens. There were people surrounding me, but everything was blurry so I couldn't make out any faces. A lot was going on, almost too much at one time. Someone was yelling, but I wasn't sure if it was directed towards me. Another person was putting something under my head and then I felt a tremendous amount of pressure. On the other side of me was someone putting some sort of mask over my mouth. Everything stopped for a second and I could feel a breeze. It wasn't cold nor warm. Everything was indecisive right now. Then I see two more people scramble to the object with bright lights, loud sirens, and with the sides swinging open as they pulled me inside. I knew something was wrong because this didn't feel right. Everything seemed different and odd to me, but I wasn't sure what it was and why. Then everything blacked out again. 
       The lights were off and everything was black. Music was blasting and everyone was screaming. I was pumped to start, I could even feel the blood pumping through every vein in my body. I could hear another voice, but from outside the room. As soon as it was heard, I saw a small crack of light shining in, then the door swung right open. My whole team marched out of the locker room, sprinting onto the ice. I can feel the roars from the crowd. I can feel the tension between us and our opponent, and I can feel the amount of energy in the arena building up. It was the Stanley Cup Finals! The game was tied three to three and this was the final period. We lined up at center ice for the opening face-off. The goalies lifted their sticks to signal that they're ready. The ref leaned forward to drop the puck, the game has begun! 
       The game was intense. Bodies were getting thrown around like rag dolls, pucks were being wired through the air to the net, fists were crushing faces, legs were being hacked at, this game had become something else. Now wasn't about which team was the most skilled, it was about which team had the bigger heart., which team was ready to fight, and which team wanted to win. Intimidation had its factor tonight, as the weaker players lost. I can feel the roars from the crowd, I can feel the tension between us and our opponent, and I can feel the amount of energy in the arena building up. This was a game for the gritty and dirty players. The puck was thrown into the corner. My line mate hustled to it, but was being trailed by a defenseman. He took stride after stride, gaining speed, and winning the race to the puck. The defenseman knew he lost the race and wasn't looking at the puck anymore, his eyes had focused on my teammate. He put his hands up, bent his knees, took two more strides, then with all the force he could use he sent my line mate into the boards head first. You could feel the vibrations from the hit, the glass was ringing all around the rink. There was a split second between when his body dropped to the ice, motionless, until a line brawl started.
         Punches were being thrown back and forth, people were being tackled, there seemed to be at least one piece of every kind of equipment on the ice, blood drops painted the white surface, bodies laying on the floor, refs scrambling, but failing to stop any of it. I looked at my line mate on the ice, still not moving. The defenseman was slowly skating away like he was leaving the crime scene. So I use all the strength I have to skate over to him and sending my hands through his back. His head cocks back and his feet leave the ground as he crashes onto the ice. As he slowly gets back up, he turns to face me. Both of our helmets, gloves and sticks scattered onto the ice. This hockey game has turned into a boxing match as there were jabs, uppercuts, hooks, pushes, and tugged getting thrown at each other. Both of us barely standing, blood leaking from just about every part of our faces. Everything slowed down as he threw a left hook. I dogged it and laid a right hook to the chin of his exposed side, shaking his whole body from head to toes as he drops to the ice. I was still up and he was down, the fight was over it seemed. I started skating to my bench with nothing but bodies behind me.  That's when I heard a voice yell, "Behind you!" I turned to see the defenseman swinging his stick like it was batting practice. It was all happening in a split second and before I could even ---. 
        All I could see was black, then I woke up not knowing where I was. I knew something was wrong because this didn't feel right. Everything seemed different and odd to me, but I wasn't sure what it was and why. I could hear the bright, colorful lights and I could see the loud, screeching sirens. The people surrounding me were blurry and a lot was going on. Someone was yelling, another person was putting something under my head, someone else was putting some sort of mask over my mouth. Everything stopped for a second and I could feel a breeze that wasn't cold nor warm, just indecisive like everything else was. Then two more people scramble to the object with bright lights, loud sirens, and with the sides swinging open they pulled me inside. I knew something was wrong because this didn't feel right. Everything seemed different and odd to me, but I wasn't sure what it was and why. 

Hunter Sadovnick '16