Disclaimer- Everyone in this story excluding Dana own themselves and Disney bought the story so, again, there's not point in suing me. I fused my story with the Miracle Fanfic by Bungee so I thank her for the first Miracle FF I ever read.

SOOOOO sorry everybody; I tried to fix the story and ended up totally messing it up so I'm just gonna repost. Again, sorry for any problems I've caused! On the bright side, there is a new chapter the end so check it out!

I love hockey, but for my entire life I've been forced to watch, and never play. Hockey after all, is a bloody, violent sport and a girl would never be allowed to play on an all boys team. Locker room talk is not suitable for a young girl's ears, mom always said. However, I had my chance when I was little. I might not have been able to play on a team, but I'd practice with them, especially if Dad was coaching. As I got older, Mom and Pop decided they had indulged me enough. What can I say, the boys at school didn't believe me when I said I could skate, and I couldn't take that laying down, or sitting down for that matter. Let's just say I was in my fair share of scrapes growing up. So, I went to every game and practice, but never stepped skate on the ice. I tried figure skating in junior high, but soon realized that even though I was good, it wasn't really my thing. I wanted to play hockey more than anything else, but as they say, time heals all wounds. I eventually forgave my parents and was pacified with managing Dad's teams. I even became the assistant coach of the university team when I turned 18. Three years later, I graduated from the U, and was watching some of the best amateur hockey players in the country tryout for the 1980 Olympic hockey team. My Dad's team.

After awhile all the jerseyed bodies started to look the same and I started to daydream. Unfortunately I was jerked back to reality by Dad's voice.

"What do you think of that one?"

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Mike Eruzione, from Boston University."

"He's good. His style doesn't seem to be the average pick though. He's his own player- Wait, Boston? As in the as-old-as-time feud between Boston and Minnesota? That's gonna work real well." I finished sarcastically

Dad shot me a don't-push-it-young-lady look

"Hey Herb, Dana." We turned around and were greeted by Craig Patrick, Dad's assistant coach. I was stuck with managing equipment again, but dad said at all international games they played, I could sit on the bench with the guys. After a few minutes of chatting about the training season before the games, dad handed Craig the roster. Craig was understandably shocked, as it was just the first day of try-outs, but I knew that dad knew who he needed for the best team.

After tryouts, Craig read off the roster to the players as they sat in the stands.

"And that's the rooster for now, rest of you, thanks for coming out" he said. The ones who were not chosen left and there were 26 remaining. I leaned up against the railing with Craig, and Doc. I saw a couple guys I recognized, my best friend from High school and college, Robbie McClanahan being one of them.

"Take good look gentlemen, because they're the ones getting off easy." My father, always for the dramatic entrance came out of the shadows at the top of the stands. "I'll be your coach; I won't be your friend. If you need one of those, take it up with Coach Patrick, Doc, or..." he looked at me for a sec before continuing. "Well, one of those two." The boys laughed and I smiled, dad was always trying to protect me, but this time I was grateful. A few of the players were staring at me like a piece of meat. I was no super model, but I was pretty. I had my mom's features paired with dad's brown hair, blue eyes and dimples.

"All right gentlemen," always with the gentlemen, they're hockey players for crying out loud! "Congratulations to all of you. That's it for today. Before you leave be sure to pick up one of these, you've got some homework to do, before you celebrate."

"Robbie you made it!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around his neck. Robbie and I treated each other like family; he was more of a brother to me than Adam was.

"Not officially," he said, "not the final cut."

I waved my hand at him "Technicalities, you're on the team, that's all that matters!"

Mark Johnson approached us. "Hey, you guys wanna come out tonight?

I shook my head, "Nah, a couple of those guys are looking like they're gonna eat me." I said pointing to a group of guys standing a few feet above us in the bleachers.

Robbie grinned and shouted to them." Hey Verchota, stop staring at the girl, you're making her nervous."

I scowled. "So now I'm 'the girl'? Well 'the girl' doesn't want to hang out with you tonight."

Robbie, being entirely used to my tantrums, rolled his eyes. "Dana, get over yourself and let us buy you a drink."

I laughed. "Well if you're paying..."

Again, thanks to Bungee for her inspiration and I'd like to take this chance to ask if anyone knows what happened to the two HPFF leaning on one another and the quidditch question? If you know, or (even better) want to review, click the- is it blue or purple? - Button in the corner.