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I was getting sick of my role in the game, in Jr. A and Jr. B I was a fighter but I could also get 20 goals a year, as well as stick up for my teammates. Then when I had my first conversation with my coach in Flint, one of the first things he asked me is if I liked to drop the gloves becauuse he was told by my agent that I was a decent fighter, I responded yes I didn't mind fighting, but I was more than a fighter, I could also play the game. Didn't really get much of a chance to show how well I could play the game, but I did get to showcase how well I could fight. When I left Flint they wanted me to go back to my Jr. team and come back next year to play for them again, instead I threw my gear in my parents basement and haven't touched it in 10 years.
I did love the game, but the game was brutal on me, both my shoulders pop out of place if I look at them the wrong way (left one has popped about 9 or 10 times, right one about 6 or 7), arthritis in my knees, and many other places, hands that are constantly still from bouncing them off helmets, kind of missed the old days when the game was for fun and nothing was on the line, unfortunately now that I'm done playing competitively I can't just play in a rec league, I still have that urge to hammer anything that crosses the blue line with its head down, so instead I don't play, and don't really miss it oddly enough.
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Absence makes the heart grow fonder
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