June 22nd (draft day):
Today may be the most trying one yet in my 19 year long life. All day all I could think about was it was the first round of the NHL draft, and I have dreamed of the moment a million times. "With the first pick in the NHL draft, the Boston Bruins select Bryan Pfeffuh!" the commissioner would announce, and the crowd at the Nationwide Arena would erupt. Being realistic though, I knew I might not get drafted at all. My family could in no way at all afford to send me off to college, because I already have the largest income in the house (10 dollars an hour at our local ShopRite). If I left for college not only would my family be swamped in bills for education, but also won't have anything but a minimum wage job my mom holds at some fast food place. I didn't earn a scholarship for hockey, rightfully so due to a ton of bad decisions I have made in the past, so here we are, my future on the line. I turned on the draft, watched it without a ton of interest, and thought about a lot of things. First of all, if I didn't get drafted, what would life be like outside of hockey? How would I spend the hours that I had normally spent practicing with my trainer 5 days a week if hockey was no longer my future? If I did get drafted, could my family function socially with out me? The draft reached pick 29 of the first round, the Boston Bruins. I knew that I wasn't on there first four round draft boards, because my agent Kyle Young (a real jack ***) knew everyone who was anyone in the NHL, and was good friends with a Bruin official. He said, however, they thought I stood out in one of our work outs. How much that meant I wasn't sure. "With the 16th pick in the 2008 NFL draft the Boston Bruins select Calvin deHann," I heard the commisioners voice droan, and I for some reason turned the TV off. I had to stop getting my hopes up on a life in the NHL.
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