The Game

   The heart-wrenching cheers of hope were becoming too much to handle. I felt like an ancient, haggard man, the entire nations' dreams of victory weighing down my shoulders. As I frantically skated towards the net, I looked up towards the tsunami of noise. There, in front of me, was a grand mosaic of red and white. I was a single, red leaf in thousands, but I'd never felt so alone. My face was a broken facet, the sticky sweat pouring rhythmically onto my jersey. I wasn't sure if we could win the game, but losing wasn't an option. Suddenly, I was passed the puck. With the game on my stick, I skated towards the frozen tundra of destiny that lied before me. As I my eyes saw the goaltender, auto pilot kicked in. It was as if someone had pressed delete on a computer, my memory wiped. I couldn't remember where I was or who I was, but I knew what I was supposed to do. I was a blank piece of parchment, the crowd writing my story with their continuous chanting. I had no past. I had no future. I was the present, and it was now or never. I shot the puck at the net.

Motherly Love

"I have a tip that can take five strokes off any one's golf game:  it's called an eraser."- Arnold Palmer. I don't need a eraser to improve my golf game since nothing can hide the fact that it still takes me 30 strokes to put the ball in the hole (I'm not kidding, once I was +78). But I really wish I could use one to erase the memory etched in my mind of the day we went to the Canadian Open charity golf tournament. 
      It all started when my Dad told my sister and I we were going to the Open. Since I find golf incredibly boring and am terrified of golf balls, I really didn't want to go. It wasn't until my Dad told us Dion Phaneuf and Rick Nash were going to be there, that we became excited. When we arrived in Toronto for the tournament,  I brought all of my hockey things for them to sign, including the Olympic Issue of Sports Illustrated and a Toronto Maple Leafs teddy bear my Grandfather bought for me. My sister and I even wore our Team Canada t-shirts, just to show we liked hockey. Wearing them proved to be pure genius. We actually got every hockey player at the tournament to give us their autograph. After getting Martin Brodeur, Steven Stamkos and Dion Phaneuf's (Dion was super nice and actually talked to me. I couldn't breathe.) autograph, Kate and I went looking for Rick Nash. Well, we found him alright. While he was walking towards us, I could see my mother coming closer to where he was supposed to sign. She was talking to herself and had a strange look in her eye. At first, I ignored her because Rick Nash, the captain of the Columbus Blue Jackets, had just signed my magazine. As he was signing my sister's hockey book, I heard my mother saying, really loudly, "he's so hot" continuously from behind me. Unfortunately, the shy, Rick Nash heard her and literally ran to the next hole. I felt utterly, ridiculous. Rick ran away from my creepy mother, nice. Now, don't get me wrong, I had fun at the Open but I really wish I could forget the pure terror in Rick's eyes as he dashed away from my mother. It's surprising he hasn't filed a restraining order yet.

Hot Waiter Man

    On a nippy winter's day after school, my father decided to take the family to Boston Pizza. Even though this could be thought of as a thrilling family outing, it definitely was not. My family and I had probably eaten at Boston Pizza every time we went out for dinner. For some strange reason, my father was obsessed with going there. I guess the super overpriced, average food and hideous, plastic-covered chairs really drew him in. As soon as we walked into the restaurant, we were greeted by a super cute waiter. No, really. He looked like a young Brad Pitt mixed with a young Leonardo Dicaprio with Taylor Launter’s sexy body. I could almost smell the Abercrombie and Fitch cologne he was sure to be wearing. My sister, Kate, and I decided he was absolutely, positively drool worthy. Lucky for us, he was our waiter. Kate and I squealed quietly in delight when hot, waiter man complimented us on our Sidney Crosby t-shirts. He was for sure the perfect man now.

          After talking about our sizzlingly, sexy waiter, Kate decided to act like an insane, creepy person with a terrifying, low voice (she did this often). She would say things like "I want to hurt you" or "I like to hide under your bed". I know what you’re thinking, and yes, it was very weird .Out of the corner of my eye, I saw hot, waiter man approaching our table from behind Kate. "This is going to be good" I thought to myself. Just as hot waiter man walked by the table Kate, not knowing he was there, said in an extremely creepy voice, "I’m watching you." Hot, waiter man leaped in surprised and hurriedly scampered away from our table. My sister’s face went as red as my dinner, spaghetti bolognese. The best part was he still had to serve us dessert. To this day, Kate will still not go back to Boston Pizza in fear that the hot, waiter man will recognize her.

New Directions

      I can't fight this feeling anymore. I need to explain how much I love Ryan Murphy's brilliant creation, Glee. In case you're wondering, I am the stereotypical "Gleek". I yelp whenever I see a commercial for it, get into heated conversations about how much I hate Kurt and squeal whenever I hear Matthew Morrison croon. I know Glee may seem like a moronic, cheesy musical but it's really not. The writing and the characters are truly fantastic and are actually, very real. Sue may seem like an crude, crazy and unrealistic cheer leading coach, but she's actually a very complicated and flawed individual. All of the characters are comical but also have depth and hidden problems. For example, Rachel was adopted, Finn's father died before he was born, Kurt is afraid to come out as being gay and Sue has a mentally challenged older sister that she is unable to fully care for. There's possibly a character that everyone could relate to (I personally relate to Mercedes and Rachel). 
        I know this may sound ridiculous, but Glee actually changed my life. Before I started watching it, I hardly had any confidence when it came to what I enjoy doing most, singing. After singing along with Lea Michelle (and actually hitting the notes), I felt confident in my singing abilities. I now have enough confidence to sing in front of people and ask for solos in choir. As you can see, Glee is much more than a show to me. It was a catalyst to realizing my true singing abilities. If you don't watch Glee, you're missing out. If your lucky, it just might change your life for the better too.