Let’s make this the cutest and longest hockey post

reblog with a gif/photo of a smiling hockey player to show everybody how adorable little sh*ts we obsess over!

Playoffs Hockey.

Those two words alone are electric.

They are the promise of nail biting nights, glorious victory and beautiful heartbreak. Because no game is meaningless; every play, every goal, every point and every second on that clocks are the difference between fame and infamy. The stadiums feel different, poised with so much tension that you feel like you might explode under the pressure. There are no friends in playoff hockey, just the others who wear your jerseys. Regular season standings are forgotten and points are abandoned. Everyone watches with breath held, with eyes glued to the screen and with hearts aching with a yearning to raise that trophy high above your head.

It’s because this is what we do,
because it’s what we live for.

Because it’s The Cup