A cloud of partially frozen testosterone wafts across the ice,
A mist of legends past and present.
The fans sit, digesting grease and salt on uncomfortable seats.
The timer starts, the buzzer rings, the announcer screams,
And the teams emerge from the limbo beyond civilian comprehension.
The goalies go to their nets,
The captains to the center,
And they sing the anthems of allied nations,
Friends amidst the competition.
Then the rink explodes!
A flurry of sticks, pucks, and teeth without homes.
Lights flash, buzzers ring, plastic shatters and jerseys tear.
This repeats three times,
And the losers exit loudly.
But the winners stay.
They stay, and whether it’s their first or last time
They experience that fleeting joy
That lasts forever.
The joy of victory.
The joy of hockey.