Autism in Ottawa--an NHL 09 Goaltender BAP

Collapse

Recommended Videos

Collapse
X
 
  • Time
  • Show
Clear All
new posts
  • shinderhizzle84
    Banned
    • Nov 2008
    • 1836

    #1

    Autism in Ottawa--an NHL 09 Goaltender BAP

    Hey all, after about 4 months or so of a broken xbox 360 and NO NHL 09, I finally decided that the trouble to get it repaired was not worth it, and I went out and bought a new one. As a celebration to that, I immediately popped in my NHL 09 disc, and made a new BAP. I've decided to share it all with you, although I'm not sure how often I'll be able to get out updates. This will be an all text dynasty, seeing as I don't know how to do html or video or whatever, and I'm a pretty decent writer, so I'm going to make this like a story. However, instead of the common BAP, which involves a high-school/college stud teenager rising from the top, whos is polite, energetic, quite good looking, and the definition of cool, i'm going to change it up a bit.

    My BAP character is going to be the first ever autistic person in the NHL--and to make matters worse for him, he's going to have to deal with the extreme pressure of being a goalie in one of the world's most crazy hockey cities. Good luck, heh. Anyways, here it is, the updates might get a little long at times.

    When I was little, my parents would often encourage me to make friends by socializing with other preschool and kindergarten parents. My mother would go to tea with her new “friends”, and they would all bring their children along. While the other children would run amok, playing tag, or just having fun, I could often be found in the corner, playing with a little model of Thomas the Tank Engine.

    My father had played hockey since the day he was born, and wished me to play it too. As a little boy, he would take me to Rangers games, since we did live in the nearby town of Mamaroneck, NY. It was a suburban town, yes—but the population was very large. Having roughly 120,000 people, Mamaroneck was big enough to have 4 elementary schools, 2 middle schools, and 1 very large high school.

    In about 2nd grade, my parents noticed that my trend of refusing to socialize was becoming a severe problem—they took me to my physician, who referred me to a neurologist. I barely remember that day: all I remember is my mother's tears, my father's grim look, and the doctor giving me various tests, looking at me with his great, big, wise sagging eyes through a neatly trimmed white beard. He peered down at me through his glasses, and asked me, “Mitchell, do you know what autism is?”

    At the age of 13 my autism was in full blossom. Thankfully, it wasn't terrible. It wasn't like I talked in a high pitched, candid voice like many of the “********” kids did over in the basement of the middle school. I wasn't amused by Barney or Sesame Street, either. No...I listened to heavy metal, I played videogames, and I had one or two friends.

    My social abilities, however, were lackluster. I dreaded being filled in a room with loud, teenage boys and girls. Actually, I dreaded being filled in a room with anybody that I wasn't completely comfortable with.

    When high school started, nobody in my town knew me—still. By 11th grade, people referred to me as “that creepo kid”. I was huge, for starters. Standing at a monstruous 6'6”, weighing 205 lbs, I had completed growing, but my hair hadn't. I had long, wavy hair, that went all over my face and covered parts of my upper back. Furthermore, I had quite a beard. I grew it as a commemorative to the doctor who had diagnosed me, although my beard wasn't nearly as neat as his, and it wasn't pearly white, either. When a girl in my school got raped and murdered, and police asked some kids in my school if there was anybody suspicious in the school, everybody pointed to me. I was arrested publicly, and interrogated for 13 straight hours, without a lawyer, about something I didn't even have the first idea about how to do.

    I played World Of Warcraft, and listened to Death Metal, and as such, I was defined as a “nerd”. However, nobody—and I mean nobody, could have even guessed about my other side.

    I liked hockey. And I loved to write. I would often write fictional stories in my spare time that were similar to Matt Christopher in every way, shape, and form. Except, instead of it being baseball, basketball or football—they were all about an autistic ice hockey goalie who made it the NHL and ended up being the best ever, and won the trust and friendship of all his peers.

    Every single day I would go to school—and all the kids in my school couldn't stop raving about the Mamaroneck High Varsity Ice Hockey team.
    “Oh my god, can you believe we've won states again?” said one girl who I had never met before to me.
    “Err....”
    “Whatever, you're a nerd, I wouldn't expect you to know anything about sports, let alone hockey.”

    I had wanted to shout out that while the Mamaroneck star varsity goalie was going to DIII club school, I had already met the head coaches at Michigan State, Michigan, Miami (OH), Minnesota, Harvard, Yale, Notre Dame, and North Dakota. They all wanted me, the autistic kid, on their team! Of coure, my 4.0 GPA didn't hurt, either.

    I remembered trying out for the Mamaroneck team two years ago, in the beginning of Junior year, when their starting goalie had just graduated. I remember this “star”--he wasn't so good. His positioning was always OFF, his reactions were somewhat slow, and he had a horribly sloppy stance. But I do remember one thing about him that set him and me apart—the way he held himself, the way he spoke, and the way he behaved on and off the ice—he had confidence, and a boatload of it. He couldn't stop a puck for ****, and the best players on Mamaroneck couldn't even get close to getting past me, but that didn't stop the heralded Mamaroneck coach from choosing him over me.

    But that wasn't his reason, or so he had claimed. The night after the last day of tryouts, the Coach came over to my house—uninvited--and asked to speak to my parents. I overheard the conversation, or at least bits and pieces of it. There wasn't much that was important, but what was important was rightfully so. Their son had autism, right? He had never seen such a skilled goaltender, and he would be honored to work with me, but I had autism.

    The legendary Mamaroneck Ice Hockey program couldn't afford to have their image ruined by having a mentally disabled goaltender on their team. It didn't matter if he started or if he was 4th string—there was no autism in Mamaroneck.

    So here I am, the day after graduation—I've got a twisted ankle—the Mamaroneck Hockey team thought it would be a funny idea to spill a bucket of marbles in front of the creepy kid as a graduation celebration, and here I am, writing, in bed, in pain. I just looked at the brochure from Michigan—solid campus—I knew what major I wanted, and they were one of the few schools in America that had it, and they were one of the best ice hockey teams in America. I knew their coach, having worked with him for some years, and he was a nice guy. I put away the brochure, and turned out the light.

    My phone rang. Grumbling, I gently hopped onto my good ankle, and turned out of bed. I lightly limped over to my phone, which was conveniently located across the room, and picked up the receiver.

    I never liked initiating conversation. That's why I generally just sat back and let the person on the line state their purpose, first. Usually, they paused quite a while, unable to tell if they had gotten disconnected or if I was pulling a joke on them, and then muttered a quiet, “Hello?”

    This man was different. He got right to the point.

    “Hello, Mitchell. I know all about your autism, and I had been told that you don't like initiate conversation, so I'll do you a favor and get right to the point. My name is Bryan Murray, and I know that you've been taking Michigan University into deep consideration, but I'm here to convince you otherwise. Oh—I'm so sorry, I forgot to finish my introuduction—I'm the General Manager of the Ottawa Senators.”

    “I know, Mr. Murray, I saw your coaching talents on full display last year during playoff time.”
    Mr. Murray adopted an angry tone in his voice, and said, “Now hold on just one second, I did the best I could! We had **** goaltending and none of my players had any motivation left in them, it wasn't completely my fault!”

    I chuckled a little to let him know I was joking.

    “Oh—you're joking...didn't think you would, whatwith your condition and everything.”

    I didn't care that he was taking a jab at my autism—I was too used to it to even notice, let alone be hurt by it.


    “Anyways, Mitchell, we'd be honored and thrilled if you'd play for us this year. Normally we would've taken you through the draft, but I figured that you wouldn't want all of the attention and publicity.”

    This was true. One of the reasons that Mitchell had refused to partake in the draft, no matter how much his father pushed him, was because he was afraid of all the attention and nerves that went into the process.

    “Mr. Murray, I'm sorry to dissapoint you, but I really don't think that I can take the pressure of the NHL, let alone the AHL or even the ECHL, and I'm not sure I want to go through with this, at least so soon.”

    it sounded like Mr. Murray was down on his knees, pleading with the devil for his soul.

    “Please, Mitchell, just give it a chance! Tell you what, we'll sign you to a pre-season tryout contract, you'll get a little bit of dough in the process, and--”

    “No, I'm not sure if I can play college if I do that—if you're really set on this then I will come, but don't pay me—just pay for the flight and transportation, and a hotel, I'll pay for my meals and I'll call you when I'm settled into my hotel room so we can arrange the finer details.”

    “Fine,” Mr. Murray replied. “Jesus Christ, kid. My scouts have been telling me that you're gonna be our team's messiah, are you really that good?”

    “I—I don't know, Mr. Murray. I never think so, mainly because of my autism. Part of me thinks that if my confidence was higher, I'd be ten times better. But no matter how much I try, and how good I do, my autisms always makes sure I never get too confident.”

    “Trust me, Mitchell. That's a good thing. If you're too confident, it can catch up with you, and your confidence may very well be your downfall. That's what I think happened to my Senators last season. God bless ya kid, wherever you do decide on going. And listen, if you do join us, if you need anything, anything at all, let me know, kid. Whether you need me to pick you up mcdonalds or you've got an angry columnist that you need help with, let me know.”

    “Thank you very much, Mr. Murray. I'll see you in Ottawa.”

    I hung up the phone, and walked over to my bed. The limp was gone. In it's place was a spring in my step. Maybe I need Ottawa as much as they need me, I thought. With that thought, I climbed under the covers, and went to bed.



    Well that's just the very very beginning, I'm going to get into the games and whatnot eventually, don't worry. Lifes going to be incredibly hectic this weekend, because I'm very, very sick and am going to the hospital all day tomorrow to get like, 18 CATSCANS and 2 billion blood tests
  • mchecky
    Rookie
    • Feb 2009
    • 203

    #2
    Re: Autism in Ottawa--an NHL 09 Goaltender BAP

    wow!!! thats amazing. jeeze man... im deffinetly folllowing. looks aawesome

    Comment

    • GoldenJet
      MVP
      • Jul 2008
      • 4617

      #3
      Re: Autism in Ottawa--an NHL 09 Goaltender BAP

      Great start man, loved it. Keep it going.
      Regrets Aren't Something You Did, It's Something You Didn't Do

      1000 posts achieved on December 21st,2008 at 2:26 p.m in the "birth of the Mighty Blazers" thread.

      Comment

      • shinderhizzle84
        Banned
        • Nov 2008
        • 1836

        #4
        Re: Autism in Ottawa--an NHL 09 Goaltender BAP

        Pre season went great. I couldn't believe that I had been doing so well, but obviously the guys here in Ottawa were expecting it. I had thought the NHL to be something untouchable—you can watch and dream all you want, but you weren't never EVER going to go that far. And although it was only preseason, I had gotten shutouts in my first two performances of the year, and already, I had my picture in the headline of the paper!! I was ecstatic, I clipped out a copy and sent it to my mom. Again, it was only for a preseason game, but my mom was still thrilled.


        But let me tell you the real reason why I'm writing this installment. You see, my jaw dropped about two hours ago, and since then, I have been unable to command it upwards, no matter how hard I try. I still remember what made it drop vividly, so I thought it would be wise to write it down as soon as possible, instead of lingering about with my wide open cavern of a mouth, looking like a fool.


        Earlier, Mr. Murray had called me into his office after the last preseason practice. As I opened the door, I noticed an unfamiliar face.


        “Take a sit, kid,” said Mr. Murray, motioning to the empty seat across from him and this unknown man, over the desk. “Mitch, allow me to introduce this wonderful man whom you are undoubtedly very curious about. His name is Eugene Melnyk, and he is the owner of the Ottawa Senators.


        “Save the flattery, Murray,” said Melnyk. “It's not going to help the security of your job, and you know it.”


        Mr. Murray cringed, and said, “Yes, I know, but I figured it can't technically hurt it, either.”


        Mr. Melnyk waived a dismissive hand, and leaned over on the desk, peering into my eyes, like a seer would to his customer. Or like a doctor to his autistic patient. “Autism, eh?”


        “Yes, sir..” I gulped nervously. I didn't like this guy, not one bit.


        “You'll have to excuse me, I must confess I don't know much at all about it. You see, Bryan and I have been talking excessively over the past couple of days, but we thought it best to contact you and Coach Clouston, first. Kid, let me lay it all on the table for you. You've got the stuff. The team loves ya, whether it be Foligno, or Alfie...you've got their respect, and that's something that a goaltender hasn't done in this town for much too long. You've got a future in the NHL kid...forget writing—ha!” Mr. Melnyk slapped his hand much too hard on his lap, and he winced slightly at the sting of his slap.


        “The point that Mr. Melnyk is trying to get to, kid, is that you're the real deal. We're not just saying that. To prove it to you, we want to sign you to a contract.”


        “I already told you, Mr. Murray, that I wanted to go to college, and get a degree, lest the NHL fail me--”


        “You don't understand, kid.” Interrupted Mr. Melnyk. “This isn't some measly, 30,000 dollar minor league contract. We're prepared to give you the real thing—we think you're ready, Coach Clouston thinks you're ready—forget the AHL, forget being an NHL backup—we're prepared to give you a $500,000 contract, as the STARTING GOALIE for the Ottawa Senators organization.”


        That was when my jaw dropped.


        “I...I don't know, Mr. Melnyk—I'm only 19, I'm sure my parents would dissaprove--”


        “Tsk tsk,” Mr. Melnyk interrupted again. Apparently, he had a knack for doing that. “Mr. Murray I'm not sure this kid's all that you've said he is—he can't even make a real life decision without contacting his mommy first.”


        I got angry. I got stupid. I am surely going to regret the decision I made for the rest of my life.


        “FINE!” I yelled, standing up in my anger. “You want me? Make it $650,000 and you've got yourself a deal.”


        The room was silent. The look on their two faces said it all—Mr. Melnyk, with an maniacally content smirk on his face, and Mr. Murray, absolutely shocked that the shy, quiet, reserved autistic kid had just had an outburst like that.


        Mr. Melnyk leaned back, still smirking, and said, “Now we're talking. I like this kid, you know that Bryan?”


        “I—I told you you wou--”


        “Shut up,” Mr. Melnyk said without even looking up from the papers. Bryan Murray was only too happy to oblige.


        “Son, we're going to write you up a contract, but you better as hell hope to god that you're up to the task. The Ottawa media can get nasty, and somehow I don't think that they'll be any more merciful towards you if you said you had autism. Now, I'm not saying they'd be more cruel, but I'm just trying to let you know, you're not at home anymore. You can't just do something, or not do something, and get away with it because you say you've got autism. It's time to start taking responsibilty for your actions, or else...you will face the consequences, both from myself and Bryan, and from the city of Ottawa as a whole. Be careful what you say, and be careful who's pairs of ears are listening, because you never know when a strange set of feet will walk into the room that you had deemed safe, overhearing every word that you had just said. That being said, I think it would be a good idea for you to tell the press you have autism.”


        Wh—why, sir?”


        Mr. Melnyk simply shrugged. “Gives the media one hell of a story, that's for sure.”


        Mr. Melnyk, I'm sorry to speak up about this, but I simply don't feel comfortable having the entire hockey world knowing that I've got a severe mental disability.”


        Mr. Melnyk simply looked up from the papers, looked me in the eye, and said, “Shut up.”


        I was only too happy to oblige.




        just to clarify some things, I didn't do BAP mode, technically. I hate playing in the AHL, and even though I realize that is much more realistic, I feel that going right to NHL makes for a much better story, especially with Shishkanov's mental disability. That being said, what I did was go into a new BAP, and wrote down all of his attributes, and re-created them in a Created player. I tweaked his ratings just a teeney little bit, and his final overall is 80. Not sucky, like 77, but not incredibly amazing, like the 86 steve mason. This way, I've got a much better story, and it won't be ridiculously hard. So, anyways, with this created playter, i just clicked Be an NHLer, and used my new created player. I don't really think this is "Cheap"...he's not 99, and he's BARELY any better than he would be if i had created him through the legit BAP. Like i said, it's just for the purpose of the story.


        Anyways, let me know what you think!

        Comment

        • star king3
          Banned
          • Jul 2008
          • 2190

          #5
          Re: Autism in Ottawa--an NHL 09 Goaltender BAP

          this is sweet took me 2 billion hours to read it but 2 thumbs up.

          Comment

          • GoldenJet
            MVP
            • Jul 2008
            • 4617

            #6
            Re: Autism in Ottawa--an NHL 09 Goaltender BAP

            Pretty sick I'm really enjoying this Bap.
            Regrets Aren't Something You Did, It's Something You Didn't Do

            1000 posts achieved on December 21st,2008 at 2:26 p.m in the "birth of the Mighty Blazers" thread.

            Comment

            • shinderhizzle84
              Banned
              • Nov 2008
              • 1836

              #7
              Re: Autism in Ottawa--an NHL 09 Goaltender BAP

              Originally posted by star king3
              this is sweet took me 2 billion hours to read it but 2 thumbs up.
              lol haha yeah, thanks. I am no good with pictures and html and stuff so i make up for that by using my creativeness and writing. This is basically going to be like a book-style thing, where each update will be a very, VERY short "chapter". I'm not sure, but after each game i MIGHT include a "save of the night" section and try and find a youtube video that is somewhat similar to the save i made in the game. However, this will probably not work forever, because there's only so many goalie youtube videos out there, lol.

              Also, this BAP probably isn't going to be updated a WHOLE lot. As you can imagine, playing for a couple of hours, and then writing anywhere from 2-11 pages is one of the most time consuming things i can think of, and although my hockey season is done for good, i've still got homework and i've still got a horribly annoying, nagful mother who hates videogames and all things related to videogames, so i can usually only get in 1 game or so a night, and write every other night, which sucks.

              But thanks to everybody so far who have shown their support, like i said, idk how many updates i'll be able to get out, but rest assured i'll try my best always, and hopefully that will be good enough.

              Comment

              • star king3
                Banned
                • Jul 2008
                • 2190

                #8
                Re: Autism in Ottawa--an NHL 09 Goaltender BAP

                Originally posted by shinderhizzle84
                lol haha yeah, thanks. I am no good with pictures and html and stuff so i make up for that by using my creativeness and writing. This is basically going to be like a book-style thing, where each update will be a very, VERY short "chapter". I'm not sure, but after each game i MIGHT include a "save of the night" section and try and find a youtube video that is somewhat similar to the save i made in the game. However, this will probably not work forever, because there's only so many goalie youtube videos out there, lol.

                Also, this BAP probably isn't going to be updated a WHOLE lot. As you can imagine, playing for a couple of hours, and then writing anywhere from 2-11 pages is one of the most time consuming things i can think of, and although my hockey season is done for good, i've still got homework and i've still got a horribly annoying, nagful mother who hates videogames and all things related to videogames, so i can usually only get in 1 game or so a night, and write every other night, which sucks.

                But thanks to everybody so far who have shown their support, like i said, idk how many updates i'll be able to get out, but rest assured i'll try my best always, and hopefully that will be good enough.
                try to shorten em or make em a couple posts it breaks em up and makes em easier to read but i still love this i just wont check it if im in a hurry.

                Comment

                • GoldenJet
                  MVP
                  • Jul 2008
                  • 4617

                  #9
                  Re: Autism in Ottawa--an NHL 09 Goaltender BAP

                  I wouldn't change them a bit.
                  Regrets Aren't Something You Did, It's Something You Didn't Do

                  1000 posts achieved on December 21st,2008 at 2:26 p.m in the "birth of the Mighty Blazers" thread.

                  Comment

                  • star king3
                    Banned
                    • Jul 2008
                    • 2190

                    #10
                    Re: Autism in Ottawa--an NHL 09 Goaltender BAP

                    Originally posted by GoldenJet
                    I wouldn't change them a bit.
                    yeah after i hit post i realized i should have deleted it

                    Comment

                    • mchecky
                      Rookie
                      • Feb 2009
                      • 203

                      #11
                      Re: Autism in Ottawa--an NHL 09 Goaltender BAP

                      ya gotta put an update on!

                      Comment

                      • shinderhizzle84
                        Banned
                        • Nov 2008
                        • 1836

                        #12
                        Re: Autism in Ottawa--an NHL 09 Goaltender BAP

                        yeah so sorry i haven't been able to update, i have been really really sick lately and have been in the hospital for the last couple of days. the doctors dont know whats wrong with me, but i cant eat at all--i never have an appetite, and if i smell/see/hear food, i get sick to my stomach. I've lost 18 lbs in the past week and a half, and because of that, i'm insanely weak--i couldn't even get out of bed, and i certainly didn't have the energy to play videogames or write or anything.

                        But i'm slowly starting to feel better, my mom told me that she would take me wherever i wanted to go eat, or cook me whatever i wanted, just as long as i would eat it, so yesterday she made me lobster and filet mignon bought at the local grocery store...lmfao.

                        but now that i'm back out of the hospital i've been playing nhl 09 left and right, i'm hoping to get an update out soon, and sorry for the long delay!

                        Comment

                        • mchecky
                          Rookie
                          • Feb 2009
                          • 203

                          #13
                          Re: Autism in Ottawa--an NHL 09 Goaltender BAP

                          that sucks man. glad to see your feeling better though

                          Comment

                          • star king3
                            Banned
                            • Jul 2008
                            • 2190

                            #14
                            Re: Autism in Ottawa--an NHL 09 Goaltender BAP

                            this is amazing i hope updates come soon

                            Comment

                            Working...