My name is Cassie. This is how it starts...... I have been skating since the age of 2, and playing hockey since the age of 5. In all of my years playing hockey, I have been labled "The Goon," because I bodycheck all the guys and leave them crying on the ice. Most guys didn't know I was a girl and they were scared of me. Anyhow, the reffs this game were real asses, and kept giving me penalties for bodychecking. I nailed a kid hard to the ground, and a little after that the whistle blew. The reff pointed at me and made a signal (I had no clue which signals meant what, but it was a signal so...), I lead myself to the penalty box, not arguing, one thing I have never done. I got in, and sat down all upset because it was the end of the game, and that'd be my last shift. I looked out onto the ice, and saw that there were five players on the ice, and I wondered. Then I thought, oh well no biggy. Then I noticed my time wasn't on the clock either, so I asked when I was going to get out of the box. As I turned, the timekeeper said, are you giving yourself a break or something? Why don't you just go to your bench? I said, uhh...I have a penalty. He said, no you don't, get outta here. I was red in the face, and not from being tired. I went to my bench and everyone was asking why I was in the box. I said I thought I had a penalty, and they were all making me feel really stupid. It turns out that the reff blew the whistle because the goalie stopped the play. And the reff didn't point at me, he pointed at the circle behind me, and the "signal" he did, wasn't a signal, he was telling the other reff to do the puck drop. Luckly I was only 10, and not 14 or this would be 800x worse! - Cassie |