“Josh-you-wa! Josh-you-wa! Josh-you-wa! Josh-you-wa!” the crowd kept chanting. I skated up and shook hands with Gary Bettman and accepted the Conne Smythe Trophy, took a few pictures, and put it down. Now I skated up again and this time I held the Stanley Cup over my head. The crowd continued to chant. “Josh-you-wa! Josh-you-wa! Josh-you-wa! Josh-you-wa! Joshua, Joshua!”
“Huh, what?”
“Wake up, it’s time for breakfast sweetie.”
“Uhhh, leave me alone mom.”
“Come on down for breakfast and get ready for the Draft!”
“I’m not going.”
“Why not?”
“There’s no point, it’s like I’m going to get drafted or anything.”
“Oh don’t say that, come eat.”
I made my way down the stairs glumfully, and entered the kitchen.
“So I heard you don’t want to go to Ottawa today. Why not pumpkin?” my Grandma said.
“I don’t know, maybe hockey’s just not for me.”
“You’re the best hockey player I’ve ever seen.”
“Aww, thanks Gran, but I think I should just pursue other things…I sent in an application to Harvard a few months ago.” I said, kind of quietly.
“Oh honey that’s great, but…do you think you have the grades for that?” my mom said.
“Yea thanks for the support, but I’ve really been thinking about this whole hockey thing, and I wanna go to Harvard Mom.” And with that, I headed out the door, and went to the creek at the end of my neighborhood. I always come here when I need alone time to think. Harvard shouldn’t be so bad, I could graduate in a few years and become a lawyer. It is short notice, but I think I should get in. If only I had a lucky spurt. Now that I think about it, I had a pretty lucky life for the past couple until about now. Just a year ago, my high school won state in California. If only I still had that luck……Wait a minute, that’s it! Luck! The four leaf clover Grandpa gave me! My Grandpa died a year ago, and right before he died, he gave me a four leaf clover. He handpicked it in Ireland, when he was a kid, right before his family immigrated to America.
“Son, I’ve only used it a few times,” Grandpa said, “but it will give you luck for anything you want.” That’s it!...But where is it? Crap. I got to find it. “A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli.” It was my cell phone.
“Hello?”
“Baby, I heard you don’t wanna go to Canada today. Why not? I was really looking forward to our…special night,” Anna (my high school sweetheart) said.
“I don’t know, I just wanna stay home.”
“Well, it’s your career babe. Whatever you want. And we can still have our romantic evening tonight, my parents are out of town,” she said very seductively.
“Thanks. Love you.”
“Love you too, now come home!”
“Huh, what?”
“Wake up, it’s time for breakfast sweetie.”
“Uhhh, leave me alone mom.”
“Come on down for breakfast and get ready for the Draft!”
“I’m not going.”
“Why not?”
“There’s no point, it’s like I’m going to get drafted or anything.”
“Oh don’t say that, come eat.”
I made my way down the stairs glumfully, and entered the kitchen.
“So I heard you don’t want to go to Ottawa today. Why not pumpkin?” my Grandma said.
“I don’t know, maybe hockey’s just not for me.”
“You’re the best hockey player I’ve ever seen.”
“Aww, thanks Gran, but I think I should just pursue other things…I sent in an application to Harvard a few months ago.” I said, kind of quietly.
“Oh honey that’s great, but…do you think you have the grades for that?” my mom said.
“Yea thanks for the support, but I’ve really been thinking about this whole hockey thing, and I wanna go to Harvard Mom.” And with that, I headed out the door, and went to the creek at the end of my neighborhood. I always come here when I need alone time to think. Harvard shouldn’t be so bad, I could graduate in a few years and become a lawyer. It is short notice, but I think I should get in. If only I had a lucky spurt. Now that I think about it, I had a pretty lucky life for the past couple until about now. Just a year ago, my high school won state in California. If only I still had that luck……Wait a minute, that’s it! Luck! The four leaf clover Grandpa gave me! My Grandpa died a year ago, and right before he died, he gave me a four leaf clover. He handpicked it in Ireland, when he was a kid, right before his family immigrated to America.
“Son, I’ve only used it a few times,” Grandpa said, “but it will give you luck for anything you want.” That’s it!...But where is it? Crap. I got to find it. “A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli.” It was my cell phone.
“Hello?”
“Baby, I heard you don’t wanna go to Canada today. Why not? I was really looking forward to our…special night,” Anna (my high school sweetheart) said.
“I don’t know, I just wanna stay home.”
“Well, it’s your career babe. Whatever you want. And we can still have our romantic evening tonight, my parents are out of town,” she said very seductively.
“Thanks. Love you.”
“Love you too, now come home!”
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