I sat at Joe Louis, three rows from the glass on Saturday. The third period was about to start and the guys were only ahead by one goal. Valtteri was having a really good game, having two assists. The Joe was going crazy as the Jumbo Tron told us to get louder as the third period started.
By far the most exciting game of the season, Lundqvist was doing amazing with all the shots we had on him. But later Voros ended up scoring off a shot from the point, and not only a few minutes after banked a shot off the side of the net past Ozzie. The whole arena groaned, including me.
I thought for sure we were going to lose, but the Rangers ended up getting shorthanded and Hudler scored off a rebound. I breathed a sign of relief, knowing the game would at least be going into overtime.
By now, everyone was getting drunk, or already drunk, and I almost couldn't wait for the game to be over. Detroit has been known for its crazy, rude, bandwagon fans. Which I never really appreciated, because not all of us are like that. I mean, nobody was worse than the Ducks right?
Marian Hossa was new to the team this year, and I wasn't really that fond of him. But he was an amazing player. He scored the game winner just twenty three seconds into overtime. And since it was his 300th career goal, I knew there would be more celebrating involved.
I promised myself, that I wouldn't drink alot, because I didn't even really like to. I just didn't like the person I became.
****I woke up to the sunshine coming through my blinds. I rolled over and looked at my clock which read '10:32'. I sat up, grabbed my bag off my bedroom floor and ran out the door, swearing the entire way. Practice was scheduled for ten today. When I got home last night, I must have forgotten to set my alarm.
I drove ten miles over the speed limit only to get to the gym fourty five minutes late. As soon as Marie saw me she took me in to her office.
"So, do you want to tell me the reason you're late...? Again?"
I sighed, knowing I wasn't going to be able to be smart with her, "I'm sorry, my alarm didn't go off. "
She took a pen out of her desk and started to write something in my file, "I wish everyone had an excuse like that, now give me your uniform.
I stared at her, not really understanding what she was telling me, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"I told you last time this wasn't happen again. You're off the team until next season."
I held back my tears and actually had to tell myself to breath. I threw my uniform on her desk, "Good luck winning anything without me, I carry the team."
She shrugged, "You win some, you lose some. I'll see you next year."
I walked out to my car, tears streaming down my face. This was the one thing I loved, no what was I supposed to do. Missing out on a year of Volleyball meant, no Championship, no Most Valuable Player Award, and most of all, what I had been working towards since my freshman year. No Scholarship.
