The Angry Chihuahua(I)

10 The Angry Chihuahua (I) Let's get something straight right off the top. I'm not exactly the biggest guy on my hockey team. I'm not even in the top half of the team in height. Okay, the truth is that I'm not only the smallest player on my team, but also the smallest in the league. So what? Does this mean I can't handle the puck as well as the big guys who are over six feet tall? Does it mean that I can't set up perfect goals and make laser-straight passes? No, I can do all those things. But here is the problem: I weigh about half as much as most of the teenagers in my league. Think about that-half as much! It means these guys can hold me off using just one arm. When I try to get at the puck on the ice, they simply push me away. I suppose I shouldn't be on the team. However, there is one reason that I made the team. Although my arms and legs are short and my body is small, I know that I can match anyone out there in the size of my heart.

Hockey is a fast game. It's like soccer, except it takes place on the ice and you use skates, sticks and a puck instead of a soccer ball. My coach calls me the “ Angry Chihuahua" . You're probably wondering why I was given such a weird name. The first time my coach called me that, I didn't like it at all. I mean, who wants to be named after a small Mexican dog? But later, I realized that it was a compliment. One time, I was trying to get the puck from a huge player from the other team. I couldn't get at the puck from one direction, so I kept switching from one side of the player to the other side. I guess that was quite a funny sight because when I got back to the bench, the coach said I looked like an angry Chihuahua. I didn't like it, but that's how I got the name. Something happened a few days later, and now, I wear this name with pride.