After red-shirting during the 2008-2009 season because of a back injury, and going through offseason surgery to repair a ruptured disc in my back, I had no idea what to expect in my first season back in 2009-2010. I worked hard during the summer to try and shed some of the extra pounds I had put on after literally not being able to get out of bed for months. In our first game that year against Western New England College I can remember feeling nervous, far more than I had ever been for a game in my entire life, even after playing in numerous championships and prestigious tournaments. I was lucky enough to post my first collegiate point, an assist on our teams first goal. That was one gigantic monkey off my back, and at that point I knew I belonged and I was back playing the game that I love. Our team was lucky enough to get the win that day in a 5-4 thriller, and I was also able to pick up another assist in the third period. One game, two points, and a team win, more than I could have possibly asked for in my debut. There was however one little part missing, that first goal.
A few days later in our home opener, we had a convincing victory over the visiting Franklin Pierce Ravens. Although our team put up six goals that night, none of them were scored by myself, and it started to feel like I was never going to score again. It starts to weigh on you, and all you can think about is what you are doing wrong, and what you can do better. I can remember in that game starting to grip my stick tight, trying too hard to make something happen and not playing within myself. When you set the bar high for and you struggle to reach it you get stronger, but sometimes it can be hard to keep the confidence to get the job done.
Game three was against Framingham State. It was a team we had not lost against the previous year, and our team played with the confidence knowing that we were the better team. We jumped out to a quick 4-0 lead, but let one slip away at the end of the period, making it 4-1 at the first intermission. In the locker room, our coach reminded us how easy the lead could slip away if we did not get back on them in a hurry, and he did what most coaches do at the end of their speech. He asked, “Who is going to get the next one?” This is a rhetorical question used to boost the morale of players, and get us fired up, but I can remember saying to myself, “its going to be me, I’m getting the next one.” The first few shifts of the third saw back and forth play, and I remember coming off the ice exhausted but ready for that next shift. I took a few sips of water on the bench before getting ready to get back out there. It’s funny, water seems to be the best tasting thing in the world when your tired and panting, and you drink it like you have the last sips of left on Earth, and you need them to survive. Then, just as I caught my breath our coach called our line for the next shift. It would be a shift I will remember for the rest of my life.
I hopped the boards and looked for my d-man to cover as the other team entered our zone, and just like that it happened. Brad Norkum (Norks), one of our defenseman broke up the ice after the puck. I was stuck behind the play, and not being known for my speed I struggled to get back to the offensive zone as the late trailer. As Norks broke in one-on-one with their defenseman, I remember looking taking a quick survey of the ice around me and realizing that no one was covering me. As I entered the zone I remember screaming at Norks, “Norks, Norks, slot,” as I crossed the blueline. Within half a second he sauced one to the middle and it hit my stick and I was in all alone. As the goalie came out to play the angle I realized that he was cheating (or he was out of position) to the blocker side, leaving the whole right side wide open. Most guys would probably try to go top shelf, cheddar here, but hey, I’m a grind type guy and accuracy is also not one of my strong points, so I decide, low glove. It’s crazy to think about all the decisions that can be made in hockey in under a second. Writing down everything I was thinking makes it seem like the play took minutes, but it all happened lightning fast. As I released the puck towards the net I knew it was in right away. The goalie had been expecting high glove, and hardly moved as the puck zinged by him.
There it was, my first college goal. I was so happy, I could hardly celebrate. I just put my arms in the air and let the rest of the team come to me for the hug. Going down the line and tapping all of my teammates after that goal was an elating feeling. It was like I could feel the frustration from not scoring being lifted from my body with every glove I tapped. There is a tradition in hockey where you get to keep the puck from the first goal you score in your career. I still have the puck at home, and it is a treasure I will keep with me forever. As I have said in previous posts, scoring goals in hockey could be the toughest thing to do in all of sports, and I am glad that for the rest of my life I can always say I scored at least one in every level I played in.
Tune in Monday for analysis of the first few games of the second round, and my predictions for how the series will ultimately play out.