02-12-2009, 06:28 PM
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#29
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Pro
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Re: Andrew Dellapina's Story (NHL 09: Be A Pro)
VERSUS
Hartford--1 Lowell--3
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My parents told me they would be at this game. They’re right where they told me they’d be, right behind our bench. I nod to them and step onto the ice. I look around and see my linemates Anisimov, my center, and Ryan Callahan, my left winger, and a player I’ve been looking up to since I joined the team.
The Devils start off with some quick movement, and Wiikman struggles to make the first save. I start the hitting early, letting New Jersey know I’m ready to play. I’m playing a real physical game, making big hits and then getting the puck and moving it forward. I’m passing a lot, and they return the favor well. The period ends without a goal.
The second period is much the same way, but I’ve been having a bit of my aiming issues tonight. I’ve been making some great plays defensively, including a few bone-crushing hits. Malmivaara gets a penalty for Delay of Game, and we’re on the Power Play at the end of the second. As soon as we get the puck. The center draws it back, and we get a quick one two, giving the puck to Dupont on the right side, who puts it top right, giving the goalie no chance. As soon as the player gets out of the box, Murphy commits a penalty for slashing and the Power Play unit comes back out. I get out and find Pyatt on the breakaway, but he can’t get it past Doyle. Brookbank flips it over the ice again, and it’s a 5 on 3 for us. One penalty ends as I get on the ice. Coach seems to be giving me less ice time tonight, even though I’m on the top line. The period ends with the Devils still on a Penalty Kill.
We start off with lots of shots, but no goal. Somehow, one of the Devils players knocks the puck past our goalie while he’s pushing our players around, and the refs refuse to call a penalty when it’s needed, as the game is tied up. One of the players on the other team deflects the puck in, and I’m -2 and the game is in the Devils’ favor. I’m freaking out at this point, not willing to accept the fact that we’re going to lose another game. Another crappy goal given in by our horrible defense puts the game out of reach with less than two minutes left. I storm back into the locker room afterwards. “Are you guys kidding me? The defense sucks. It’s not a joke. I’m pissed off. This team can’t win a damn game when I’m not scoring 5 goals and an assist every game. I can’t do it all by myself, guys. You have to do something. Wiikman, seriously, you need to make a freaking save.” I’m tired of screaming at these guys. I’m not getting anything out of it. My parents don’t get much out of seeing me, as I’m not in a good mood.
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