N. Capizola


Passing the puck from player to player
Checking the other team to get the puck
All of us sweating under every layer
Heading into their zone, teammates yell good luck
Ripping a shot as fast as a laser on net
The puck makes it past their defencemen
I score how much better could this get
I want to do it again, I know I can
I go back to the bench and get a high five
As the game is about to end they get dirty
Their player fakes an injury that’s a dive
How much time is on the clock, only 30
The game is over it was lots of fun
We are all very happy that we won

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