Valley Sports, it is the hockey rink in which the undefeated Fenn hockey team played all of its home games and it’s where all their practices took place. Fay, it’s the school that members of Fenn varsity sports have come to despise the most. It’s a long and competitive rivalry between the two schools. Above all else, we knew as a team there would be two teams we wouldn’t lose to during the hockey season, Fay and the Fess. For me coming into this game I was a depth player who saw limited ice time, and I needed to develop my stick skills before I think I would see any significant ice time. Helping me with this, was mostly Coach Miklusak. As a team, that’s how we looked at every game during the season; that entails, no greed on the ice—for more time or more touches to the puck—and being supportive of other teammates success. As the game began, a bunch of uncoordinated hamsters could’ve played better hockey than we did to open the game up. At the end of the first period, we were down 2-1 and with no sense of even distant momentum. Then the second period came. We came out there pissed off as ever. Me and my line had go patiently wait through our better lines failing efforts of scoring; however, soon we would take the ice. With the previous line being able to get a shot on goal, we were able to start from the opposite end of the ice. Lining up, we would need to make something of this chance. Right off of the puck drop, we battled every battle with the efforts of ten men, yet we also worked together as a line. But soon, there I was, standing in the front of the net trying to get any type of pass to force through this brick wall of a goalie. Instead, Teddy took a shot, and it ricocheted off of the goalies left leg pad and right over to me. Here I stand, everything around me seemed to stop, it was just me and the puck. I wind up and snap the puck into the back of the net for my first—and only—goal of the season.

      In a state of euphoria, I glide back over to the bench where I see a new found energy, one of dominant nature, but the first person to congratulate me on my goal was Mr. Miklusak. With everything he helped me with and taught me during practice, and then for it to all pay off during a game against our school’s biggest rival, it was something I took to heart and was very proud of for the rest of the season. After mine, we scored a goal, we scored again, we scored and scored. Shortly after, we found the score to be 6-2 and that we had come out of the game victorious. When I think back of teachers at Fenn, the first one who will pop into my mind will be Mr. Miklusak, his free-flowing ways and the way his was able to connect with so many students.