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Monday, December 7th, 2009 @ 6:28 pm
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Upstate New York is a happening place. No, really, with all of those trees and asparagus farms it’s hard to see why anyone would ever want to leave. I mean take my life: spend all day in school, all afternoon at practice and at night? If I’m not about ready to pass out from all the day’s excitement, we go bowling. The people in our town take their bowling very seriously. We have one grocery store, one gas station and three bowling alleys. But we have two hockey rinks so I guess I shouldn’t complain. Plus, I own at bowling; or at least I did until I got to Boston and found out about this candlepin bullshit. Just another reason why no one should ever leave upstate New York.
So how did I end up here? In the end, I blame my sister Madison. We’ve got that twin ESP thing going on and half the time I think she knows what’s going through my head even before I do. I’d just gotten off the phone with some rep from Notre Dame, or Brown – something like that. I was tired of talking about it, tired of thinking about it and not any closer to making a decision. Before I could even get a word out, Madi put her foot down and said Theo, we’re going to Boston. The next thing I knew we were living in the land of ridiculous accents, ridiculous weather and the most complicated subway system known to man. I’m a college student, not a rocket scientist, and I just want to get to the damn bar.
In all honesty though, it doesn’t much matter where I am as long as I get to play. I traded in the blue and white of the U-18 team that I spent my summer with for Terrier Red. I do have to say that the red doesn’t bring out the color of my eyes quite the same way but hey, these are the sacrifices we make for our team, right? Now, no matter who you were in high school, we all come to college with certain expectations – mainly that we’re going to spend a heck of a lot more time off the ice than on it. But every now and then you get lucky. Every now and then the coach takes a chance and you find yourself finishing your first semester at the top of the lineup with two season goals behind you. It happens, but you never think it’s going to happen to you. I’m only five-eight and I face off like nobody’s business. I guess that’s what’s gotten me this far but I usually blame it on sheer luck and the fact that eighteen years of practicing has finally paid off.
But Theo, there has to be more to your life than sarcasm and hockey?!
Fear not, friends. I’m also into the finer things in life like modern art and poetry readings. Actually, that’s just more sarcasm but I will admit to a secret love for karaoke bars and impromptu hallway dance lessons. Gay, right? One would think so but the real secret here is that the ladies love that kind of thing. I know, I know. I’m here to play hockey, not to get laid – trust me, my dad reminds me of that fact all the time because apparently the awkwardness of that situation is completely lost on him. Still, I’m an eighteen-year-old college boy, even though my goal in life right now is to make the coach happy, when the opportunity presents itself I never turn my back on a good thing. Okay, so the opportunity hasn’t exactly presented itself just yet but when it does you can bet I’ll be all over it. And I better not hear a word out of any of my older, wiser and better-looking teammates because last time I checked, you weren’t getting any either. But anyways, I suppose the answer to that ever-pressing question is – no. I’m a pretty simple guy. It’s hockey, sarcasm and the occasional string of candlepin mayhem. Everything else is just filler and I take it as it comes.
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