Elasmobrach Fish Diary - #1

[Sharkstrong 166]

January 5th 2019

 

Ok, thank god no one is going to see this, never. Dear diary, this first week of training has been shameful. The first day at practice I was given the skates, and guess what.. they don't have fucking wheels. They are like a sharp knive that slides through the ice. I am supposed to share the ice with a crowd of flying knives that could cut me into pieces if I fall to the ground, and believe me, I live in the ground. Worst part about all this is that I had already bought a new set of bearings. Those were going to be my first upgrade. What do I need to mantain these? A grinder?

 

The strange thing is that the coach is determined to give me minutes. The other day I played almost 30. I think I killed a guy, though. I didn't know "stick to the neck" is not allowed, but what was I supposed to do? He had a free path to the net. I was asked to sit for a while. I think that was so I could think what I had done or something, kinda like in shcool when you're sent to the corner to think.