The Goalie

I am always feeling angry after every hockey game either if it is a win or lose. I want to be left alone in my room. When I am not playing, the

equipment is pure chaos to me it reminds me of pain and failure. My parents always ask me "do you enjoy playing at all" and I say "I love it without it

I am miserable". I spend my summer restless, skating in the morning, lifting weights at night. Every day is feels like forever. As fall approaches I start 

to organize my equipment and organize my pain. As a game begins the pain comes back, my body betrays me as if I am a lone soul, but I still play it.

Hockey is the only thing I play, onlything I know, the only thing I have. What choice do I have? What else have I ever wanted to do.