Our locker room was filled with inciteful cheers. We were finally a step closer to taking the championship. I still believed that we had to up our approach especially when we are facing the final team next week. They were strong and proved it throughout the championship.
We got dressed and headed out after our celebrations—finding our family and friends waiting for us. Jonah was the first to embrace me with a high-five followed by my father greeting me with a hug. “That was quite a performance,” My father noted, taking a look at my elbow.
“I am going to be fine, other than have a scar for a few days, but nothing to worry about,” I assured him. It was just a small reminder that hockey was a contact sport and no matter what happens, there will be a time that we as athletes will eat grass
