Quotes About Hockey

I throw away stacks of newspaper and catalogs, bills that probably went unpaid for years, plastic bags of hangers and wires, and the hockey stick.

You watch a hockey game, and the hand-eye coordination and the speed is really miraculous how those guys track the puck alone, just following it with their eyes.

The biggest thing we get out of it is seeing the kids smile. And hopefully we will also see that the lessons we're teaching - not only the fundamentals of hockey, but also the life values - are sinking in.

I grew up in a city just outside of Edmonton, St. Albert. So I watched NHL games with my grandpa. I watched a lot of games, back then it was called the Smythe Division, and it was just Calgary, Edmonton, Vancouver and Winnipeg.

As a player, I do love playing Edmonton and Vancouver, those guys, with the intensity.

I used to collect hockey cards. It was like Vegas at my school. You'd go to school with your box of cards, and at recess and lunchtime there were all these games we'd play.

If Gretzky was velvet, Ovechkin is electricity.

Hockey historians say the handshake dates to English settlers in Canada, who preached an upper-class version of sportsmanship in the 19th century. Soon, tough kids in urban and prairie rinks began imitating imagined dukes and earls of the old country.

hockey field at Red Maids' School. By the time Emma had explained why she crossed the Atlantic despite the risks involved, they were both staring at her as if she'd just landed from

The last thing the hockey ball symbolized was Time itself, the unstoppability of it, the way we're chained to our bodies, which are chained to Time.

I'm pounding and kicking him and I'm all me and I'm kicking and kicking into the face that's crying and begging for mercy, kicking, kicking...only for real, for cold ice real, it's not my foot smashing his face to a pulp, but my stick smashing the puck into the board, and it's not him crying, but me.

It's not a sport you get famous at. If I wanted to be famous, I would have stuck with hockey.

The Islanders and their owner, Garth Snow, were very generous with me and let me do some cool stuff inside the organization.

People ask if I regret not winning a Stanley Cup, but winning the series against the Soviet Union was the best. It was the greatest experience of my hockey career by far.

A girl named Brittany or Ashley would have fallen in love with the spandex costumes and the white skates of a figure skater, but when your name is Joanna and everyone calls you Jo, you grow up in Cleveland watching your older brother play hockey in the shadows of the steel mills and dream of the day when you can wear a jersey and carry a stick, waiting for your chance to slap that puck home.

Maybe it's the taste of blood in my mouth or how angry I am at Derek, but I turn to Ben, slapping my stick on the ice. "Screw him," I say. "I'm making this team.

Now I'll deal with Derek on the ice and Valerie off. At least in the rink, I carry a stick and have pads and a helmet for protection. I'm pretty sure that Valerie's attacks will make me look forward to Derek's cheap shots against the boards.

Well, in East Slade, hockey ruled. Oh, the people here loved the high school football team and we had a decent basketball team too, but hockey was king around here.

As I lay in bed before leaving for practice, I looked over on my wall and saw the collage of hockey players I did when I was 6 years old for art class. Next to that was a Pittsburgh Penguins pennant and below that was a poster of Wayne Gretzky. It was this really cool photo of him on a pond standing by a net with his Edmonton Oilers jersey on.

When I was growing up, playing hockey was what I thought about when I woke up and when I closed my eyes to go sleep. I was still thinking about hockey, hoping I would have a dream that involved the game.

If you would have asked the coach if he'd like to have a team of players like me, skilled guys who could skate, pass and shoot, play hard, but clean or a team full of players like Billy, who weren't the most skilled, but who would intimidate and attempt to put an opponent through the boards, he tell you in a nanosecond he'd want a team full of "Billys.

I always loved the sounds you'd hear at a practice. The silence in the cold rink, no one in the stands and then as the guys skated around, you could hear the blades crunching into the ice. When I would step on the ice for a practice, game or even a public skate, the second I heard that sound of ice meeting metal, I'd smile.

I love my hockey, but if you can do that and go home and just be a dad and husband, then you have the best of both worlds.

The message growth rate in Brazil - it's not like a hockey stick: it's like a vertical line.