anonymous asked:

Charlie im new to hockey, what IS team north america why is it so good and tragic what happened


this summer this thing happened called the world cup of hockey (which is different then just.. worlds) which hasn’t happened since 2004 and this time the teams were a little different. you had your canada, your usa, your sweden, russia, and finland but also two new teams. the first was europe which was a sort of hodgepodge of players from different european nations and then

team north america

made up of all players from usa and canada, all 23 or under, the young guns basically. and man, guns they were. they kicked major ass in all of their exhibition games, then during the actual tournament they murdered finland and even though they lost to russia it was an amazing game to watch and then they played sweden and walked away with an AMAZING win not because it was easy but because it was incredibly exciting but also turned totally heartbreaking because then russia played finland and kicked their asses, but because of that and because NA also lost to russia, NA did not get to advance. that was it. they were done.

so basically one of the most exciting, talented, energetic and just downright spectacular teams to have existed only got to play three games and we all felt robbed partly because basically everyone wanted to see canada play NA. they were just such a good team and they were so… fun to watch? and because it was all these young kids (at least one of them played their first game as a member of NA before even playing for the NHL this season) full of talent and love for the game it was so emotional to see them come to an end so soon. especially because there’s been a lot of talk about not bringing the team back next time they do a world cup.

now keep in mind with all this i’m not a hockey expert just an avid fan who cries over team NA a lot. i also suggest watching this video because steve dangle is amazing and does a really good job summing up how we all feel about team NA and the WCH

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.