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Ice Hockey

An exciting professional sport was brought forth. It came to the states from Canada in the north. Sports fans in big cities find this thing nice. The game is played on a rink covered with ice. Teams try to shoot a rubber puck into the goal. Many games on the schedule really take their toll. There is one thing that nobody will deny. This sport can get rough, and the tempers will fly. Most people do not care about the game each night. Egoistic fans would rather see the players fight. The swinging of fists proves to be a delight. When these brutes on skates engage, and blood is spilled, fans jump up and down, and are thoroughly thrilled. Nevertheless, hockey is something held dearly. This is all for a big silver cup awarded yearly.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 2/20/2011 4:38:00 PM
The fastest game on earth Eh? Put the biscuit in the basket. Nice write. GO BRUINS!!!
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Date: 2/20/2011 12:05:00 PM
Well, I'm not only an ice hockey fan, but I played on a team in school. The fights were not part of our game then, but I often see them break out in the pro games. You described the sport well, my friend. Best wishes, Carolyn
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