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05.11.2011., subota

METAL HOCKEY NET : HOCKEY NET


METAL HOCKEY NET : A ICE HOCKEY PLAYER : HISTORY OF ICE HOCKEY IN.



Metal Hockey Net





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    hockey
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  • Hockey refers to a family of sports in which two teams play against each other by trying to maneuver a ball, or a puck, into the opponent's goal, using a hockey stick.

  • field hockey: a game resembling ice hockey that is played on an open field; two opposing teams use curved sticks try to drive a ball into the opponents' net





    metal
  • metallic element: any of several chemical elements that are usually shiny solids that conduct heat or electricity and can be formed into sheets etc.

  • cover with metal

  • metallic: containing or made of or resembling or characteristic of a metal; "a metallic compound"; "metallic luster"; "the strange metallic note of the meadow lark, suggesting the clash of vibrant blades"- Ambrose Bierce

  • Gold and silver (as tinctures in blazoning)

  • A solid material that is typically hard, shiny, malleable, fusible, and ductile, with good electrical and thermal conductivity (e.g., iron, gold, silver, copper, and aluminum, and alloys such as brass and steel)

  • Broken stone for use in making roads





    net
  • (of a weight) Excluding that of the packaging or container

  • remaining after all deductions; "net profit"

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  • (of a price) To be paid in full; not reducible











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She slept here once; in the summer, when she had no friends and it was two against one. When the bugs were bad and the water never helped. It was because they told her to pull over and yelled at her. He grabbed Rose by the arms and held her against the car, screamed “what is wrong with you?” in her face and she remained cold, with a smile outside, but she was locked down. She clenched her jaw and screamed, and pushed her father away, “leave me alone!” she yelled, crying now because she was scared and angry. “don’t you push me!” he yelled back at her, reaching out for her arm again he grabbed Rose and dragged her back to the car. She twisted and he pushed her against the car again, as her mother sat in the passenger seat. “help me, help me!” Rose screamed out, and he laughed. “what is wrong with you!” he smiled and opened the door and pushed her in. Her shoes were outside the car sitting in the Park’s parking lot. As they pulled out, Rose opened the door and jumped out, grabbed her shoes and ran, she ran across the field and trough the park, passing happy children with their parents, walking through the streets of the wealthy, and trying to suck her tears back. She smiled at the kids playing in the front yard, with their mom. But Rose walked quickly, she needed to get alone. It was getting dark and late, she didn’t have her phone and her feet hurt from the blisters. There was an old Asian couple walking ahead of her, Rose hung her head when they passed, she was crying. Then she got there, to the place where she had only been happy for the longest she could remember. To the soccer fields she loved, to where she spent her summers. She cried as she stepped onto the grass, because she couldn’t play anymore because of her bad knees, and she cried and she screamed. It was much darker, and the bugs were out. She walked all the way to the other side of the complex, stopping once to use the bathroom and get a drink out of the fountain and then throwing up whatever was in her stomach. She walked to the hockey arena across the road and it was dark, the cars all had their headlights on, and she couldn’t see her feet. The door was open and she walked in, she hoped her face wasn’t red, but it was, she saw in the mirror in the hallway, she put her hood up. The arena was cold, and she shivered in her shorts. There was a hockey game, she sat in the bleachers, but she didn’t watch the game, she heard the buzzers and the metal against the ice, like the metal against her skin. The final buzzer sounded and everyone left, Rose sat there until an old man – the janitor tapped her on the shoulder “young miss, we’re closing soon, sorry.” She looked at him and cracked a solemn smile, “oh, ok, thank you.” And she left, around to the back of the building to the indoor soccer fields, it was too late for any games to be going on, Rose knew that. She pushed the door open and walked in, she walked into the bathroom again, looked in the mirror, and sat down; remembering when she was in ninth grade and the whole soccer team changed in there and there was no room and she smiled, then cried. She bit her nails and tears fell from her eyes, and she didn’t want to cry. She got up and walked over to the doors that opened to the soccer fields. There was one girl playing, she was tall and skinny and had long brown hair. Rose wanted to play. She walked through the hallways, they were dark; the lights were turned off. Rose walked out and it was even darker, the clock in the hallway said it was 9:57. Rose looked to the road outside of the building, wondering if she’d see her mom or dad’s car, she didn’t, and she didn’t care, she didn’t want to. The bugs were heavy, she could see them huddling around the street light above her, hissing and buzzing. Rose walked to the C fields and sat in the soccer net, the plastic strap securing the net to the metal frame was sharp and Rose scraped it across her arm, above her elbow, until the blood trickled down her arm, tickling her skin, and she sighed, her eyes were heavy and her head throbbed. The bugs bit her skin and Rose didn’t care. She laid on her back and she sighed, looking at the grey sky, the grass was wet, she played on this field, she scored in this goal, and now she’s sleeping here, and no one’s looking for her. Tomorrow maybe Rose will walk home.











Mens Bronze Metal Hockey - Finland vs. Slovakia.




Mens Bronze Metal Hockey - Finland vs. Slovakia.





Vancouver 2010 Winter Olympic Games
Mens Bronze Metal Hockey - Feb 28th.
Game 29: Finland vs. Slovakia

Finland Wins Bronze: 5:3 over Slovakia.

Intense game with the Slovakians leading in the first period with the Fin's fighting back to win it in the third period.

The final goal was made in the last 20 seconds on the empty Slovakia net!

[These fans here where taunting the Slovakian fans behind us who where cheering for the entire game]









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