Home Game

The ice glistens in the flood lights, something's magic about these nights. The crowd is seated, stands are full, the gate is opened, one swift pull Our team shoots out into our warm-up laps, nothing matters right now, girls nor stats. The away team steps on, everyone is looking, no smiles right now, the pressure's cooking. The sweat starts to break, the buzzer sounds, rookies pickup the pucks offthe ground. Now it's time to go back in the room, not a word said, we go to war soon. The ice has been cleaned and we fly out the gate, we've been preparing all day, such a long wait. "O Canada" is played, the noise of the crowd stops, these guys say they'll beat us, we'll see when the puck drops.