This story is basically D1 from Banksie's point of view. This chapter is
going to be short, cos I want to get onto the part where he becomes a Duck.
My geography is horrible, I don't actually know where Minnesota is, so if I
get things wrong don't blame me. I'm from B.C. so I'm making it like it is
here.
I don't own the Mighty Ducks. Very sad.
It was our first game of the season. We were playing District 5. They were all losers who couldn't play to save their lives anyway, so we would have no trouble winning and pleasing Coach.
"Hey Adam, ready for the hockey game this evening?" asked Larson. "District 5? You bet." "We're going to grind their faces in the ice, right Banks?" said McGill, who had just come up. "Sure we are. How could we lose?" said Larson. McGill and Larson laughed. I joined in. (After school before the match) "Adam, where are you?" "Here Dad." "Ready for the game this evening? You'd better skate real hard, you hear me!" "Yes Dad. I'll do my best." "Your best? I want the best, Adam; I want everyone asking who is that kid, the best skater on the ice? You understand?" "Yes, Dad. I understand." "Got your gear packed? Ready to make me proud?" "Yes, Dad. I'll make you proud."
(At the game, on the ice)
The warm up had just ended, and we were skating to the bench. Just as I had thought, District 5 could hardly stand up on the ice. It was actually hilarious. But I could see my father watching on the stands, and I concentrated on skating as well as I could. I had to make him proud of me.
The game went well, I scored about 13 goals. I'd never scored that many in one game in my life. I was skating really hard, and I had a lot of shifts so I was exhausted by the end of the game. Half of me just wanted to collapse in to bed and stay there, but I was still pretty pumped up, so when McGill suggested finding District 5 after the game, Larson and I agreed to go with him.
They were round the back of the rink, we found them easily enough. On our skates we could totally out manoeuvre them, it was quite funny. I mean, how could anybody be so useless on skates, and still try to play hockey? They were just like beginners during public skate desperately clutching on the edge of the rink as if they were about to die, except with hockey sticks. It was pretty cold outside, and they were wrapped up like, well like druggies living out of garbage cans. Which their parents probably were, come to think of it. Anyway, it was pretty funny till this giant evil monster guy turned up, and dumped us in the trash. McGill was really mad, and was coming up with all these plots to get back on District 5, though it wasn't really their fault if some random guy, probably another druggie, backed them up. Maybe they knew him, but it didn't look like it.
(At home)
I went to my father's study and knocked on the door. We always had post game talks. I hated them, when the game was done, it was done, right?
"Come in, Adam." "Evening Dad." The board (A/N does anyone know what those boards with rink markings on them that you can write on are called?? It stupid I know, but I don't know the name) was already on the desk with pens ready. So were Dad's notes on the game. I sat down. "You were playing quite well tonight, but you could have played better. Half way through the second period there was a loose puck that you could have got to, but you let the other team get to it first, and then took it off them. Other teams won't let you take it off them. You've got to get to those pucks first. You got to skate as hard as possible, right from the first minute of the warm-up to the last ten seconds of the game. You understand me?? Don't tell me you were tired. You'd just sat out two shifts. Do you want to play hockey or not?" "Yes, Dad. I want to play hockey. I'll skate harder." How could I skate harder? I was already pushing my self as much as I could. But hockey was my life; I would never give it up. I would do anything to play hockey. Anything to make my Dad proud of me. "Right, well towards the end of the second period.
I sat through another half an hour of this dissection of my game. I had played well tonight. Perhaps in tomorrows game I could play even better and make my father proud of me.
Okay, now review!!!!!! Good or bad I don't care, I just want to know. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Please??
I don't own the Mighty Ducks. Very sad.
It was our first game of the season. We were playing District 5. They were all losers who couldn't play to save their lives anyway, so we would have no trouble winning and pleasing Coach.
"Hey Adam, ready for the hockey game this evening?" asked Larson. "District 5? You bet." "We're going to grind their faces in the ice, right Banks?" said McGill, who had just come up. "Sure we are. How could we lose?" said Larson. McGill and Larson laughed. I joined in. (After school before the match) "Adam, where are you?" "Here Dad." "Ready for the game this evening? You'd better skate real hard, you hear me!" "Yes Dad. I'll do my best." "Your best? I want the best, Adam; I want everyone asking who is that kid, the best skater on the ice? You understand?" "Yes, Dad. I understand." "Got your gear packed? Ready to make me proud?" "Yes, Dad. I'll make you proud."
(At the game, on the ice)
The warm up had just ended, and we were skating to the bench. Just as I had thought, District 5 could hardly stand up on the ice. It was actually hilarious. But I could see my father watching on the stands, and I concentrated on skating as well as I could. I had to make him proud of me.
The game went well, I scored about 13 goals. I'd never scored that many in one game in my life. I was skating really hard, and I had a lot of shifts so I was exhausted by the end of the game. Half of me just wanted to collapse in to bed and stay there, but I was still pretty pumped up, so when McGill suggested finding District 5 after the game, Larson and I agreed to go with him.
They were round the back of the rink, we found them easily enough. On our skates we could totally out manoeuvre them, it was quite funny. I mean, how could anybody be so useless on skates, and still try to play hockey? They were just like beginners during public skate desperately clutching on the edge of the rink as if they were about to die, except with hockey sticks. It was pretty cold outside, and they were wrapped up like, well like druggies living out of garbage cans. Which their parents probably were, come to think of it. Anyway, it was pretty funny till this giant evil monster guy turned up, and dumped us in the trash. McGill was really mad, and was coming up with all these plots to get back on District 5, though it wasn't really their fault if some random guy, probably another druggie, backed them up. Maybe they knew him, but it didn't look like it.
(At home)
I went to my father's study and knocked on the door. We always had post game talks. I hated them, when the game was done, it was done, right?
"Come in, Adam." "Evening Dad." The board (A/N does anyone know what those boards with rink markings on them that you can write on are called?? It stupid I know, but I don't know the name) was already on the desk with pens ready. So were Dad's notes on the game. I sat down. "You were playing quite well tonight, but you could have played better. Half way through the second period there was a loose puck that you could have got to, but you let the other team get to it first, and then took it off them. Other teams won't let you take it off them. You've got to get to those pucks first. You got to skate as hard as possible, right from the first minute of the warm-up to the last ten seconds of the game. You understand me?? Don't tell me you were tired. You'd just sat out two shifts. Do you want to play hockey or not?" "Yes, Dad. I want to play hockey. I'll skate harder." How could I skate harder? I was already pushing my self as much as I could. But hockey was my life; I would never give it up. I would do anything to play hockey. Anything to make my Dad proud of me. "Right, well towards the end of the second period.
I sat through another half an hour of this dissection of my game. I had played well tonight. Perhaps in tomorrows game I could play even better and make my father proud of me.
Okay, now review!!!!!! Good or bad I don't care, I just want to know. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Please??