Liam
I’m from big crowds, and loud cheering,
Big pings and the crowd cheering
I’m from the cold breeze rushing into my
Face, the crisp sound of the puck hitting the ice
In front of me the puck tinging from the post and into
The back of the net
From waking up to white Pouder allover
The place the scraping of the shovels
and the sound of the rocks hitting the blades of snow blower
From long car rides to the hotels and the early morning
Games .