Everyone on my time had already scored a goal. I had already played hockey for 4 years but I still never scored in a game. And I wanted to really bad.

I remember the time where I had the puck on my stick and the goalie was down on the ice. ‘’Take the shot.’’ My coach yelled from the bench. I didn’t think at all. I was so eager to get the puck off my stick and into the net that I shot it right over the top. I was so disappointed in myself because I had the opportunity to score practically handed to me and I blew it.

The score was 1-0 against Green bay and they were winning. We were in the third period and my team was unhappy about the score.

We were breaking the puck out of the zone, my defensive partner, Brandon was skating the puck …show more content…
Ignored again. I was starting to get annoyed because I was wide open with a clear shot.

“On the point!” I yelled as loud as I could.

Finally I was noticed, and one of my teammates passed the puck up to me. I skated up about five feet and just shot the puck with all the strength I had left in my arms. If I would have known I was about to score I would have soaked up every little detail so that I would remember it perfectly. But I didn’t so I just shot it like I would shoot every other puck.

I didn’t know that I scored. But something told me I did when my teammates rushed towards me with their sticks raised in the air. I heard my Grandpa ringing the cowbell like he did when our team scored. A smile covered my face as my teammates congratulated me on my first goal.

I played the rest of the game the best I had ever played. Our team won the game 2-1.

After the game I rushed to get out of the locker room and to see my family, which included my Grandparents, my Aunt, and my Mom. My Dad was still in the locker room because he was one of the coaches for the team. I asked my Grandpa what happened because I couldn’t remember. He told me about how received a pass from the left wing and that I shot from the point and how it went from my stick right to the back of the