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Personal Narrative-The Biggest Hockey Game In My Life
The Biggest Hockey Game In My Life

When I got to the locker room it smelled like sweaty boys.
While I was getting my gear on we were listening to AC/DC.When i jumped on the ice and skated two laps.I did my stretching.In the worm up we did the air force drill.We wer playing windom and we wer 5-0 agents them.The first perod started and we won the draw we went up the left bords a shot save! Rebound off the post! Back up the ice a shot! Glove save! Faceoff to the right they won slapshot! Off my right pad to the corner.Up the right a shot GOAL!!! We were up 1-0! Faceoff they won a shot save another shot save 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..Shot..1.GOAL!!.we scored we were up 2-0.
Intermission coach sed “nothing wrong just stay strong”At the start
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