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seedlessmuffins · 1 year

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hello beautiful people! i have decided to make this for anyone looking to get into a new sport, and here is my pitch your new sport should be hockey! i present to you; an intro to hockey (for footie fans)

*warning: this is long! very long! i would appreciate it if you read the whole thing, but you dont have to, mwah!*

the sport

ice hockey is a sport played by players on skates on a surface of ice. i will be referring to it as hockey from here on, because (and no offence to field hockey at all) ice hockey is the ultimate hockey and it would be blasphemous to refer to it otherwise! in hockey, there are two teams on the ice, and each player uses a stick (commonly made of carbon fiber, usually as tall as the player’s nose) to control a rubber puck to get it into the opposing team’s net. the ice is surrounded by boards (the white part covered in ads at the bottom) and the glass (the glass on top) and there is netting on top of the glass behind each net to prevent pucks from going into the stands

KEY POINTS

there are four positions in hockey: goalkeeper (goalie), defender (dman or simply d), winger (either left wing or right wing), and center

defence and goalies perform basically the same role as in footie (and there is no equivalent of a midfielder), but along the attackers the roles are reversed. the center is usually the playmaker who can track back to defend and create plays, while most wingers are known as goal scorers. that said, because there are only 5 players on the ice at a time, there is no “pure goal scorer” or stiker equivalent because there simply is not space for one on a team, everyone needs to create and score. there are 4 lines of forwards and 3 lines of defense that rotate on and off the ice, with the best players on the top line or on the top d pair

games are 60 minutes with 3, 20 minute periods. in between each period is a 15 minute intermission in professional games. the clock stops every time the whistle is blown, so there is no such thing as injury/stoppage time (because we just… stop the time). players don’t play the whole game, they play in 30 second to 50 second shifts. the best forwards usually play between 18 and 23 minutes a night, top defenders play between 25 and 30 minutes a night. goalies are the only ones that play for a full 60

after every whistle, the game restarts with a faceoff, which is like a tip off in basketball. the two centers face eachother and the ref drops the puck in between them and the centers try and pass it backwards to their teammates

there are no such thing as ties! ever! they got rid of them in 2005. if teams are tied after 60 minutes, they go to a 5 minute, sudden death overtime. first to score wins and the game is over. if teams are still tied, they go to a shootout (basically penalty kicks)

equipment is worn by all players including a helmet, neck guard, shoulder, elbow, and shin pads, “pants” (basically thick shorts that protect the thighs”, gloves, and skates. also they have their sticks

the rules

there are a couple main rules of hockey, some which are the same as footie (offsides are equally hated in hockey). if you break these rules, there are four kinds of penalties that can be called. these penalties result in a skater going to the penalty box (the box) for a certain number of minutes, so the other team has one extra skater. this is known as a power play for the team with an extra skater, and for the team with a guy in the penalty box, it is known as a penalty kill. there isn’t really a build up of these penalties, like one guy can get 5 or 6 in a game and still be ok to play. the least amount of people that can be on the ice is 3, so the biggest advantage is 5 players on one team and 3 on the other. minor penalties end when time is up or the team on the powerplay scores (whichever comes first), and majors end when time is up even if the other team scores.

(naughty boys sit in the time out box)

types of penalties

two-minute minor: minor penalties and the player goes to the box for 2 minutes. examples are tripping (when you trip another person with your stick), elbowing (when you elbow someone), slashing (when you take your stick and slam it on someones wrists), roughing (a minor fight) or even diving

four-minute double minor: this is just a bad minor where the person gets a minor injury, the best example is high sticking (where you hit someone in the face by lifting your stick over shoulder level), where you can get a double minor by making the other player bleed

five-minute majors: when an action results in an intentional injury, especially bleeding, or a fight (big fights, like ones that involve gear coming off and punching the other person’s head into the ice, is what gets a major). best example is cross checking to the head, which is when you use your stick to hit someone in the back of the head/neck to push them down to the ice (very fun)

game misconduct: ten minute penalties that get you kicked from the game. this does not result in a power play or penalty kill, you just get kicked out until 10 minutes is up. idrk this one, its pretty rare and so the refs usually just explain the circumstance

penalty shot: exactly like a penalty kick in soccer, it happens when a penalty occurs when the player is on a breakaway. this is very very rare

refs

depending on the ref, you can get away with a lot more or a lot less. theres a phrase called “putting the whistles away” which occurs in big games usually where refs don’t call penalties. refs also call penalties sometimes to “even out” the amount of penalties each team has. depends on the guy

amount

usually, each team gets about three penalties a game, sometimes more sometimes less

the leagues and the season

there is only one really big professional league (we will call it the champions league equivalent), the national hockey league (nhl) that plays in the us and canada. there are several smaller pro leagues in other countries, such as the khl (russia and eastern europe with one team in china), the shl (sweden), and liiga (finland). this section will talk about the nhl, but im pretty sure it is the same or very similar in the european leagues as well

divisions

the league is split into 2 conferences, east and west with 2 divisions in each conference. each division has 8 teams.

east has the metropolitan and atlantic divisions, and includes all teams on the east coast of canada and the us, such as the pittsburgh penguins, the tampa bay lightning, and the toronto maple leafs

west has the central and pacific divisions, and includes all teams in the middle and on the east coast of canada and the us, such as the colorado avalanche, the vegas golden knights, and my vancouver canucks

regular season

regular season is made up of 82 games, and these games are used to get points to make it into the playoffs

points: a win is 2 points, a loss in overtime or a shootout is 1 point, and a loss in regular time is 0 points

playoffs

the top three teams (points wise) in each division, as well as two wild cards from each conference go to the playoffs (16 teams total). they compete in a four round bracket to get to the final (like the world cup without the group stage)

each playoff series is a best of 7 series, so you have to win 4 of 7 games to win the series. the games alternate, two at home, two away, and then home away home. sometimes, teams have to travel between the two stadiums overnight (and they can be as far away as like 3,000km!)

being “swept” is when you don’t win a single game and get eliminated 4-0 on aggregate (which is on wins, not goals). if your team wins 4-0, you “swept” the other team

game 7: game 7 in the stanley cup playoffs is the best hockey you will ever see. two teams at the peak of their powers with everything on the line. its like a champions league final.

the stanley cup, or the cup, is the trophy that can be one. there is no “keeping” the cup, there is only one and it has every player, coach, and manager’s name who have ever won the cup on its surface. there are various bands, and when one runs out of space it is “retired” in the hockey hall of fame in toronto, canada. its a pretty cool trophy

cup days is the day each player on the winning team gets to spend with the cup. they take it to their hometowns usually, they have been taken to childhood rinks, churches, mosques, on boats in lakes, on helicopters, and of course, people eat and drink out of it!

other fun facts that i think are cool

goalies: goalies can be “pulled” during the game to add another skater on the ice. this usually happens during a powerplay (for a 6 on 4 advantage) or during the last few minutes of the 3rd period when a team is down by 1 goal. this results in an empty net, and two things happen: the team with 6 players uses the extra player to their advantage and scores, or the team with less players just chips the puck down the ice and scores in the net (called an empty netter)

goalies also have the protection of the team, if someone hurts the goalie the whole team will fight them. goalies are precious and deserve hugs. hug your goalie yall

international hockey: because of politics between the ioc and the nhl, nhl players haven’t played in the olympics since 2014. there also was a hockey world cup, but that has only been held 2 times (in 2004 and 2016) and there are no plans for a return until 2024 at the earliest. this is a sensitive subject, and it is bad for the sport, but no there isn’t really an international, best-on-best tournament in hockey at the senior level right now

world juniors: there is one at the u-20 level though! the world juniors happen every year from december 26 to january 6 or 7, and it is the best players from each country under 21. usual countries that participate are canada, us, finland, sweden, germany, czechia, slovakia, switzerland, luxembourg, and latvia. russia was also involved, but has been excluded due to the war in ukraine.

relegation: there is no such thing! everyone stays in the nhl. in order for teams to stay balanced, there is a salary cap (a limit to how much money you can be paying players each year) which i think is $88 million right now, so all teams have to spend the same amount.

the messi/ronaldo rivalry: there is a hockey equivalent (i mentioned it in a previous post about hockey), which is the sidney crosby/alex ovechkin rivalry. they have been competing since 2005, and they are actually the same ages as ronaldo and messi too. they are both phenomenal, and there have been some historic fights and games between the two over the years.

longevity: because it is such a high contact sport, the longevity in hockey is a lot less. it is better now, but most players retire between 33 and 38, with goalies usually retiring later and defencemen (who usually get into fights) retiring earlier.

goals and assists: goals and assists are valued equally in the nhl, both called points. a point is a goal, an assist, or a secondary assist (you passed to the assister). most nhl games have an average of 6 goals a game, its quite high scoring, although this season the highest scoring game was 10 to 4. some games go to shootout and end 1 to 0.

in shootout, it isn’t like footie where it would show the score as a tie and then the number of shootout goals that went in, it shows the winning team’s score as if they scored another goal and where it would say “FT” it would say “SO” for shootout. for overtime, the score would show “OT”.

where to watch the nhl

most hockey games start at 7pm local time, which are local timezones across north america (pst, est, ct, and mt). you games for free on websites like atdhe.tv internationally, and if you are in the us and have an espn subscription, you can watch it there (im assuming you haven’t read this far if youre canadian lol). there are between 2 and 15 games every night from october until june, it is so much fun and there’s so many options!

if you’ve read this far i love you and i hope you want to watch hockey now! i would love to talk hockey with anyone who wants to learn more! mwah ily besties 😚🫶

#k talks hockey #k the hockey prof???#hockey for my footie friends #k converts her footie friends to hockey friends!#if you read this whole thing i might just have to kiss you 😚🫶#please please let me know if you like this and this is helpful #i love talking hockey #this also doubles as an intro to canadian culture ig?#hockey is to canada similar to what footie is to south america #not the same but pretty similar #enjoy besties 🫶

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lilybloom75 · 1 year

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: ⚽️ NWT - Wilson Black and Red Shin Guard ( With Velcro Closure Straps).

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womenties · 1 year

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Field Hockey - Playing in a Wolf Pack

Arriving on the lakeside campus reminded me of my youth growing up on a lake and making my heart sing. Nestled in the Finger Lakes, about an hour and a half from my home, is the quaint campus of Keuka College my sports destination for the day. Mesmerized by its charm, I parked my car behind the Recreation Center, went inside to find one of the most likeable coaches I’ve ever met – Erika Profenno smiling and ready to make learning Field Hockey my goal for the day.

Seven business women, some with field hockey experience or moms of some of the Keuka College Wolverines Women’s Field Hockey team, arrived and started networking. We met there to caravan to the field where the players were eager to teach us this historic game. You might not know but field hockey’s origins started in the 18th-century making it one of the oldest team sports in history. Some of the business women brought field hockey sticks, goalie pads, and shin guards to uniform up for the game.

As we arrived at the field looking over the campus and lake, the stars of the show greeted us. They were giggly, exuberant team players ranked from freshman to seniors who play for Coach Erika. They were well- trained, well-behaved, and excited to teach a bunch of middle-aged women how to play the sport they loved on a brisk Saturday morning. As a college student, I cherished Saturday mornings so I can’t imagine being this happy myself if I had to rise and instruct a bunch of 50-year-old women.

Led by Senior Captain Makaela Mills, we learned how to “flick”, “strike”, “drive,” and “defend.” I easily perfected the drive motion since my energy level was high, but flicking the round compact ball, that fit in the palm of my hand although larger than a golf or lacrosse ball, was a tougher move for me. My friend Jill Bates said, “I keep thinking I’m driving a golf ball and raising my arms too high behind me.” Coach Profenno came to our rescue giving us detailed guidance. If there is one thing I’ve learned being taught so many different sports in a small span of time it’s that it is easy to confuse strokes and movements between them. Soon we were assigned to two different teams, a mix of women and players, and lined up for two 8-minute halves for a scrimmage. FUN! I was put on the offensive line so I could score a goal. Behind me was a line of middies and then defenders and our goalie, a non-goalie player from the team who wanted to try out goal for once (she did great by the way). I made both teams name themselves – we were called F2 – the Feminist Field Hockey Team and the other team chose the name Plan A. (check out our TikTok Video of the scrimmage at this link).

As we ran wildly chasing the ball with our sticks in front of us, we laughed and laughed and tried our best to score. I must admit I didn’t score and our team didn’t win but kudos to Plan A for their expertise and 2 goal win. At the end of the scrimmage, which I wish went longer, we gathered for a huddle, sticks in the air, and smiles on our faces for a large group photo.

We headed back to the Recreation Center to have a pizza networking party complete with a career and business discussion for us to give back to these sharp students. I gifted them each a Chicken Soup for the Soul “Running for Good” book that held my Boston Marathon story to inspire them further in life to play and give. To my surprise, they gifted me with my very own Keuka College Wolverine Jersey #24 which I absolutely love. The experience was truly amazing. It was fun sport to learn and play - especially if you like running and being on a team. On this Monday morning, I am so proud to now be a part of the Wolf Pack – a Wolverine in heart and spirit.

#Field Hockey #Keuka College Field Hockey Team 2022 #Women in Sports #Erika Profenno #Tracy Chamberlain Higginbotham #Trying Every Sport Once #Keuka College #Women Entrepreneurs #Women's Athletic Network

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tryyouthcatchersgear · 2 years

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Buying Youth Catchers Gear

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youthcatchesgearblogs · 2 years

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Catchers Gear Sets

Many youth baseball players spend their entire season trying to catch, so it can make a lot of sense to purchase them a high-quality catcher's gear set. While many leagues provide catchers with used gear, it's a good idea to purchase your child's own gear if you're looking to invest in their performance. A catcher's mask is crucial for preventing hard balls from hitting your child's face. Modern catchers' masks are built into their helmets and are inspired by the hockey goalie masks used by goalies. See this link for more on the best youth catches gear 9-12 sets and where to shop for them.

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itsfkntrue · 2 years

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Can i Kick it?

The kicking experience

To just say the truth, I was a fantastic high school athlete, and a solid d3 college athlete, and an athlete who always knew that was about as far as I was gonna get. I played soccer hockey and baseball, and up until 16 I played internationally on one of the best club soccer teams in the US, FC Westchester. However, this story has nothing to do with any of those sports, this is the story about how I tried to be an NFL kicker.

4 years of D3 college soccer, and just like in hs, there was a gentle rivalry between the football and soccer teams. We had brutal August pre-season workouts next to each other in the 100 degree heat. We shared lockers rooms next to each other. It was a small school, you just knew everyone by face after a while.

The football coach looked like a throwback to the days of dick butkis with a flattop haircut, standard coach attire of sweats, a pullover, and a whistle at all tines. He had a booming deep voice, his players loved him, and even though I wasn't even on the team, I did too.

My senior year soccer season ended with a sub 500 sputter, which was expected. The most fun we had was an ice cold case of American light in the shower after home games…i seriously doubt that flys these days. However, one thing that I had that wasn't d3 caliber was a uniquely powerful kick. My legs were chiseled from 12 straight years of running, skating, and hiding from cops in assorted bushes throughout the tri-state area. I always wanted to kick field goals, as it seemed logical.

How hard could it be?

On a Thursday morning a day after our season ended I went to the field house to try to talk the football coach into letting me walk on the team for the last 2 games. They were pretty bad that year, maybe 2 and 5, and while coach loved my interest he ending my pitch with a "I just don't think bringing you in at this point makes sense".

Disappointed but undeterred, I asked for a bag of balls so I could "practice" for this new budding career that was barely a pimple on fat bastards ass. He agreed, "good luck".

I took the six balls he gave me made my way out to the game field. I lined up 2 on the 40yd line, 2 on the 45, and 2 on the 50. Then I waited.. I knew the team and the coaches would walk out past this field on the way to practice, and I was going to put on a little show.

They filed out, my heart started pumping, and I smartly took aim at the far goalposts which gave me a nice little breeze at the back.. just a little, but a helpful little breeze..

I hit both from the 40 with room to spare….some players stopped.

I hit both from the 45…the coaches then stopped.

I hit both from the 50…6 for 6. Ok, your turn coach.

I pretended to tie my shoe or some stalling bullshit like that as the coaches huddled together talking. 2 minutes later I hear coach bellow out.."Boyle!….come see me tomorrow ". Fk yeah I will, but i had no idea what the hell I was getting into.

I had an amazing fraternity of friends, friends that im still in daily contact with to this day, and no one gets away with anything in this group. Its hazing from love, always there for you to help and call bullshit. So I showed up at the house and proclaimed that I think I just made the football team. It was quiet for a second, then laughs and the usual hazing ensued, completely justified for such a comment. We will see tomm i told them…

The next day I head to the field house an hour before their regular practice and coach tells me what I wanted to hear…OK kid you are on the team, but don't make a spectacle of this. You have the best leg I've seen in d3 and I can't not give you a chance if this is what you want to do. Did I mention I loved this guy?

Now I needed gear.

Gear…besides my shin guards I haven't worn anything since my last hockey game. The equipment manager Charlie was also my buddy, and I went to go get fitted for pads and a helmet. I've known this guy forever, and he was the best out there. Loved the kids, loved his bottle of jack Daniel's he kept somewhere in the laundry room, and a true fan of football. He was not buying it until an assistant coach walked by and confirmed. Then it was game on.

"Your a kicker you don't need any real pads so we'll just put foam in there" famous last words…. Thanks Charlie.

That first practice was amazing, since it was the Friday b4 the game it was really just a walkthru and ended with field goal team, where I made 5 in a row. The guys were honestly so welcoming, it was a little shocking. The school was small, and I was a 2 year captain in soccer who also had a entry pass to the fball frat for parties so I was known, but I wasn't really friends with these guys. I felt welcome, and confident this was going to be great. I don't know if "great " is the word I would use today, but it was incredible.

Gameday….GameDay…. gonna play GameDay football for the first time in my life. Hit the field house and after getting my game jersey I begin walking to the locker room so someone could help me get dressed, bc I have no idea what order to put this shit on.

While walking down a skinny 80ft hallway, I see a familiar face walking toward me. Mike went to hs with me (only 100 kids in my class) and we were co athletes of the year. He played qb, hoops, and we both pitched together in baseball. We were friends, but not close, probably due to his tendency for arrogance and his father convincing my hs baseball coach to start him over me in a game that likely cost us a state championship. To this day, it is a sore subject for basically everyone who knows the story. But no matter how you look at it, this was a massively random encounter…

I was shocked as he was, then he said "what the hell you doing here?"

im playing you today

What?

Yes I'm the new kicker

When that happen

Yesterday

Oh man…I'm the starting qb today

Well I guess I'll see you out there.

And that was it. I'm not sure he believed me.

So on my 2nd day on a football team I went to the coaches room and told them I have a scouting report on the opposing quarterback. Oh the look on their faces.

"Great arm, tough guy, can't run for shit" . Mike would have agreed.

Just the odds of only the two of us, alone in the hallway in a building filled with 2 entire football teams, still to this day amazes me. It was a sign.

We hit the field, my parents in the stands, and they are scared shitless and thrilled at the same time. My dad was beyond himself, and likely smoked 2 packs of cigarettes that afternoon. Which I could understand. He clearly knew how absurd this was.

My fraternity friends also came out in force, as this was to good to miss. For them to get up before noon on a Sat was an accomplishment. They were ready for the show, and brought drinks, anticipating a plane crash or something similar.

Kickoff…looking back it would have been nice if anyone had told me anything at all besides "just kick it far" b4 I got out there. How hard could it be.

We are now lined up…that awesome line of helmeted power ready to charge into battle. The whistle blows and I drill one to about the 5 and then like any soccer player standing in the middle of 21 other football players would do, I watch.

I watch this Devin Hester looking guy run and dodge the 1st wave and then break free to my left . No one else is going to touch him. Oh fuck fuck fuck. Run dammit…

So now I guess I'm either going to make a tackle or my football career is going to start with a 95 yard td return. I was fast, and I ran him down and tackled him out bounds right in front of our bench, and our coach. I get up…in shock…and coach just says "nice hit boyle". Nice hit…I'm not supposed to hit…all my pads are fake and I literally had never done that to anyone except my brother in the backyard. Either way, tragedy averted…temporarily.

After successfully drilling an extra point that almost landed across the street 50 yards away, we got to the 4th quarter down by 9 with 4 minutes left. A great play puts us on the 8 yard line, 1st down. Coach then calls for field goal, on 1st down, to the shock and confusion of everyone. The team is disorganized, we rush out, I line up and here comes the snap. It's not great, the hold wobbles, and my soccer instinct kicks in and I drill it. I drill it right into the ass of my center. Needless to say he was surprised. I really crushed that one.

As the ball bounced around I again stood there, until some guy on the other team decides he wants to stick me. He does, can he do that? Apparently so. So i have now been hit twice in 3 plays.

We lose, my friends are hysterically enjoying themselves(could not blame them), but my folks were still beaming after the game. It was a cool feeling, pictures taken with the disposable camera, as this was the most advanced tech my father was allowed to operate. I still have them.

That night as I took down many beers with my new football fraternity, I thought this might have a chance. You know, if I had maybe a little more practice and if someone maybe told me a little more information about wtf im supposed to do.

I played one more game, we lost that too, but it didn't matter. The thrill on the field was worth it, as was my kickoff that stopped 1 foot from the end zone pylon, the perfect kickoff.

I got a letter(my 9th), and a numbered blanket, at the end of season celebration. Overall I was actually pretty emotional that day. The teammates and coaches made it for me, and I thank them to this day for enabling that experience to happen and be worth writing about.

A year later I had a tryout with scouts from both the jets and the bucs, who said I had a nfl leg but needed to play "more than 2 d3 games" b4 anyone would touch me. I had to agree with them.

"Have you thought about playing in canada?"

"Uh no sir I haven't "

With the roster change to 53 from 57 players on the roster, the "kickoff specialist" was eliminated. It was then that I thought Manitoba for 20k a year wasn't what I was looking for….and i put the balls away.

I still have that blanket tho….got my number on it.

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uncultureddoubloon · 4 years

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my dad finally actually sent me outside to our backyard to get some fresh air & sun before it rains tonight bc it’s actually warm & nice out and not currently raining. managed to rope my brother into hitting a ball back and forth w the field hockey sticks i have laying around from high school (and making so many divots in our already lumpy yard)

it was great fun and now i’m going to go eat food and drink something full of electrolytes bc oh my god am i out of shape

#isa babble #text #i'm very happy that i'm living w my parents right now #and that we have a sizable backyard #and that i didn't actually get rid of my field hockey stuff #maybe next time i'll be properly dressed with shin guards and not sandals and not jean shorts...

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navyhyuck · 3 years

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄.

↳ when your high school’s programming club launches a new application, it sends up roars in the teenage population. at first, it’s used as a gag gift, and jisung receives handfuls from friends and teammates alike. but the only one that has his mind running in circles is the sudden ping of a true confession of love.

pairing | soccer player!jisung x field hockey player!reader (female)

genre | humor, angst, fluff, mystery, rivals/enemies to lovers!au, high school!au

warnings | swearing, kinda sexual humor but it’s vague

a/n: hi. so this is the format i’ll be using for written portions of this fic!! the part is about 1.1k, and i promise it’s not really a lot!! there is a lot of sports and (specifically) field hockey terminology used, so i’ll briefly go over anything confusing now! so: field hockey cheers are typically done by rattling everyone’s stick in a circle and cheering, center forward is a position on the field (erm it’s also my position irl hehe), yes girls wear skirts on the field (it’s the uniform), an aerial refers to when the ball is in the air, corners are a penalty (not good for defense) that give the offensive side a scoring advantage, and a stroke is basically the fhockey equivalent of a penalty shot. also: pls lmk if you change your url and you’re on the taglist. i will remove you otherwise, thanks.

taglist: @jisungiest @pkfile @cookydream @zcl01 @ellie-idk-anymore @jeongyeonsluvbot @subhyuck @colpen @pewpewpwe00 @lebrookestore @forhaever @jising-jisang-jisung @teddy-cheol @idkwhattotypeinhere @nanamericano @lokideadontheinside @s0ngk4ng @frickyratz @cumicumisworld @rebellionburnsthemup @vantxx95 @jiye0n0 @luv4dream @m4rkb4be @uglyratlmao @dnylwoo @eggoyu

let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!

Jisung isn’t necessarily all that happy with his situation right now.

Firstly, his last fourth day at school had been horrible. Not only did Mr. Lee, who teaches AP European History fifth period, honk at him on the road to the parking lot before school, but his coach had also given him an earful at practice for being lousy with his punts after school. It didn’t really help that Chenle decided to skip his lunch period to order takeout from Chipotle (which is banned by the school, by the way), and that Mark chose not to work with him on an English assignment. Yet somehow, with convincing and bribing, he’s sitting on the contrastingly cool bleachers, reluctantly waiting to watch the varsity field hockey team play their second game of the season.

At the sound of the warning whistle, the two teams jog away from their respective halves of the field, having warmed up enough to begin playing. Jisung watches with narrowed eyes as the referee calls over the captains of both teams, and his eyes fall on you. Like every other girl on the field, you’re clad in a jersey and skirt, sporting the somewhat bland school colors of black and blue. You differ slightly, as do the rest of the captains, with a bright blue band tied above your left shin guard; although he’d need a closer look, Jisung’s positive that it reads the same title as the one he owns. ‘Captain.’

The coin toss results in an advantage for the opposite team, and the players split to their own sides, gathering with their respective teams. On the home side, the coach gathers the starting team around her in a circle, giving a quick pep talk and cheering with them. Only after she leaves the circle, Jeno mumbles ‘it’s time’ under his breath, and all field hockey sticks meet in the middle of the circle. You lean in first, gazing around at your teammates with determination laced in your eyes.

Starting with you, each captain leans in, speaking a few words that aren’t quite audible to the crowd. Chenle takes the moment to glance over at Jisung, and smirk slowly. “Wait till you hear the cheer. I don’t care what people say, the girls’ teams always have the best fucking cheers.”

Apparently they do, because the entire population sitting on the bleachers go absolutely silent as the players begin to shake their sticks in the middle, building up anticipation. It’s faster than comprehensive, with the captains screaming out prompts and the rest of the players responding with cheers, and the crowd seems to understand the memo. A few benches in front of him, Jisung easily spots Donghyuck, who screeches alongside the girls easily. Just as it ends, the referee blows the last warning whistle, breaking up both the teams to let them set up on the field.

“Damn,” Jeno whistles lowly as you whip back towards the bleachers quickly, sending a silent salute to your friends and waving at their response. “She plays forward?”

Your shoes dig into the artificial grass at the front and center of the formation, standing at a five yard distance from the ball. Mark hums in agreement. “Yeah. She said she’s center forward. I think that’s what it’s called.”

Jisung’s eyes revert to your position on the field. He narrows his eyes at your stance, as if trying to judge it. After all, how different would center forward be between two sports? Field hockey is just like soccer, except it’s a penalty if the ball hits your feet and an aerial ball would give someone a concussion if done wrong; oh, and you play with a stick in your hands the entire time.

Half of the game passes by until Jisung finds out there’s no circle for the goalie, and offense can stand inside of the goal (primarily called the cage…even though there is a net portion) while scoring. When an entire scheme is played out for a corner, he’s confused; corners in soccer are nothing like the ones in field hockey, but they have the same name. When you take strokes and score, he’s given up; how is it humanly possible for someone to lift the ball with a sharpened piece of wood wielded by hands?

He concludes—when the game finishes as a home win and you greet your friends on the bleachers—that center forward in field hockey is, in fact, different from center forward in soccer. His thoughts take up most of the time, however, because soon enough, you’re making your way towards him and he’s unprepared for your presence.

“That was awesome,” Mark breathes out when you hug him as a thanks for watching the game. You brush it off as heat rises to your cheeks, and he goes on to insist. “No, really! You scored, what, three times? That’s insane, dude.”

You shake your head, patting his arm bashfully before peaking around him to take a look at his friends. “Thanks, all of you,” your eyes pass over Jisung briefly, and you’re surprised by the blank gaze you see on his face, “for coming today. It might not seem like a lot, but we really thrive from the support. Thank you.”

“Of course!” Chenle responds first, with a polite and kind grin adorning his face as he speaks to you. You find him much more inviting than his friend, and return a small smile. Jisung nearly groans at his starstruck expression, and it doesn’t go unnoticed to you. “You did really great today, seriously. Jisung here isn’t really a big talker, but he’s a big fan too. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you for a second!”

The boy freezes at the accusation, slowly realizing it’s true and hearing you quietly chuckle in response. “Aw, that’s so nice of you to say. But well,” you scan him up and down, sighing intriguingly when he shuffles uncomfortably, “he’s not as nice as you guys.” You quickly refer to Jeno, who chuckles dryly in response, nearly tripping over his own feet as he attempts to stand.

Jisung scoffs lightly as you flash Jeno another smile and take your leave, allowing him to finally take a single breath. He looks around, from Mark to Chenle to Jeno, who look like they’ve all just been kissed by an angel.

“You all are going to fucking hell.”

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miekasa · 3 years

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MIE ‼️ What sports would the aot boys play? I’m so thirsty thinkin about these fine men in their uniforms and them wiping their sweat off 🥵 I will cheer for all of them with my “my bf is not only #1 in the sheets…” sign

I love thinking about athlete aus… I think I might have done one before, but I have more thots now 😌😌

Eren plays soccer in the fall, hockey in the winter, and baseball or lacrosse in the spring—tri-season athlete no big deal. But really, it actually helps him focus better on his schoolwork; he has to really manage his time between practice and games and assignments, and it teaches him to be responsible and self-sufficient, and he finds out that he much rather likes having something to do than being bored out of his mind.

He always plays forward because he’s quite aggressive, but it’s needed in these kinds of scenarios. He sometimes forgets his jerseys, in which case you’ll get a frantic phone call 2 hours before his game, “Babe, babe, babe, babe!!! I know you have your microbio lecture but I left my gym bag at your place and Levi is gonna fucking murder me—you’re the fucking best you know that, I love you!!!”

Jean plays basketball in the fall, and does swimming/diving in the winter. Depending on the year, he’ll play baseball in the spring too, and he’s got a pretty mean swing. He and Eren are honestly a pretty damn good team when they play together, and Jean is about the only person on the team who can predict and catch Eren’s crazy throws. Also, I will advocate for beefcake Jean with nice arms until I’m dead and gone, and he would look so good in all the swimming attire, even the stupid ass swimming caps and goggles he somehow comes out of the water looking sexy. Delicious, 12/10.

Armin plays soccer in the fall and he didn’t plan on playing any sports at university; too concerned that it wouldn’t allow him enough time to focus on his studies. The only thing he considered was swimming because he’s… a pretty damn good swimmer, but didn’t think it would be worth it.

However, Eren scammed him into coming to soccer try-outs during preseason and Armin made it, and turns out he really enjoys it, too. He would look… very cute in a soccer uniform, that’s all I’ll say. Definitely brings 18293 extra energy bars for Eren because Eren always forgets food (even tho he consumes it all day every day). He never did go through with swimming, which is a shame because he could probably lap half the other teams in his sleep. Oh well.

Connie plays volleyball!! And he looks sexy as hell doing it!!! He tries it out for fun and he fucking loves it, so much that he plays during the fall season for the university, but he also plays club year round. He honestly has the time of his life. Originally, he planned on being a setter—and sometimes he is—but he’s a better wing spiker than anything. Loves fake out attacks and he gets so fucking hype whenever his team makes a good play.

Wanna say I can also see Connie running track, but I just know he’d fall and bust his ass on the hurdles plsssss. Makes the dumbest faces whenever he passes his opponents and fucking winks before he crosses the finish line. 100% has a victory dance.

Levi plays soccer in the fall and hockey in the winter, and if you think he’s not the captain of both teams, then think again. Center forward in soccer, and let me tell you something, his legs in those shorts… yes, the socks and shin guards and literally hiding his lower legs but he still looks so. Biteable. His hockey uniform covers him from head to toe and he still looks sexy. He doesn’t even have to be as aggressive in hockey, because he’s such a skilled skater, he gets by without physical contact. He does casual ice skating sometimes because he’s that smooth on the ice, but it’s nothing serious. No because when he takes his helmet off after a game >>>

Porco plays hockey in the winter and baseball in the spring. If you thought Eren was aggressive on the ice, then you haven’t met Porco. He actually plays the best when he’s a little peeved off, but not so much that it clouds his head; when that happens, it’s him in the box literally every other play, and you should feel sorry for the other team’s forwards because they’re getting body checked as soon as he’s out.

He’s… alarmingly fast off the ice, too, which is why he’s a fucking ace on the baseball field. Not to mention he looks stupid cute in the uniform. Especially the hat. Particularly the hat.

Reiner is built like a fucking brick house, he’s playing hockey and he’s the goalie. Likes to be chill with his teammates and even goof off a bit before the game, but when he’s on the ice it’s game time. He’s so focused. He takes it pretty hard on himself whenever the other team gets a sneaky attack past him, but it fuels him to keep a sharper eye out for next time.

Bertholdt also does swimming/diving, but he does the longer races. His endurance is really good, and his technique is to take it easy in the beginning—even if it looks like the others are lapping him by a lot—and then kick it up when it comes to the end of the race. It’s effective 99.9% of the time. Him in the swimming shorts… very nice image, indeed.

#anonymous #i’m ready to be a trophy girlfriend let’s do it #levi i know you banned me from bringing embarassing signs to your games but what if i just bake brownies for everyone instead #minicanons

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themaraudershavethephonebox · 2 years

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The Big Damn Kiss

I'm very probably late here and had to rush the end on my break at work but here we go! May or may not act as a tie in to the muggle soulmate AU I have in the works. Huge huge huge shout out to @theresthesnitch and @mppmaraudergirl for starting this exercise, it is truly helping with my current writers block x I watched every Australian women's hockey game in the Olympics this year and I still know nothing about the game.

It happens on a Wednesday. The last Wednesday in May at 6:23pm, to be precise. The day is quickly losing light as Dorcas Meadowes stands by the university’s single maintained football field (like the long abandoned swimming pool, she’s only heard rumours of the other fields), the boundary fence she’s leaning against presses into the back of her thighs and the chill that comes with the night, that seeps into the metal like water into a sponge, bites at her through the fabric of her jeans. Goosebumps rise on her arms and on the back of her neck, but not from the cold. The blond on the field in front of her, the particular blond that was only a second beforehand just a blur of the purple and black Hogwarts University hockey uniform, tumbles to the ground. Dorcas watches, almost as if in a slow motion replay, the arc of her left foot through the air and the stick of the opponent chasing, following through it’s assault on her ankle. She rolls once, twice, and in a single, fluid motion she’s up again, on her knees as the whistle signals a penalty.

The blond, Marlene, looks up at her now, grinning despite her disheveled state. Her short blond curls are escaping the braids Dorcas had put them in only a few hours before, mud is smeared on her arms, her knees, the loud violet of her socks under her shin guards almost indistinguishable from it, a few stray strands of hair stick to the dried blood above her eyebrow. The goosebumps reappear with a vengeance.

“I told you to bring a jacket,” Lily says from beside her, though she is looking down at her phone, fingers tapping deftly as she updates Remus on the game. If she hadn’t seen her friend’s lips moving, Dorcas could believe she heard her own mother utter the words. She tries not to roll her eyes. She does not feel the cold, that’s not what makes her shoulders tingle.

Nor her stomach feel as if it is about to burst from her throat.

Or that there is a swarm of disgruntled insects bouncing around her diaphragm.

It hadn’t always been like this. Only nine months beforehand, Dorcas had moved half a world away, from the bounds of the small town she had grown up in in the south of Wales, all the way to this- this fortress in the Scottish highlands; she had quickly become close friends with housemate, Lily, and in turn, Lily’s friend Marlene. She had been mesmerised at first, not quite sure what to think of this overwhelming amount of energy and booming laughter packed tightly into the body of a six foot tall Scottish woman, but by christmas she had become enamoured with the wide, toothy grin always directed at her, and the bright blue eyes that almost seem to find her instantly in the most crowded of rooms.

Nearly six months later, Dorcas is pining. At least, that’s what Emmeline has told her, in her typical blunt fashion no less. It's the same way she had introduced herself in their first week of Historical Studies, along with her pronouns and a prompt “And I’m gay. Y’know, just in case you’re a bigot with an issue, we should get that out of the way now”, and the same way she had informed the other girl on New Years Eve that she may, in fact, be queer. If she wants to identify as such, Emmeline had reassured. Dorcas Meadowes had always known who she was, always marched to the beat of her own drum, had been raised to be headstrong and sure of herself. Questioning her identity really is not something she is familiar with.

Now, her eyes are darting up and down the field, not really following the play of the ball so much as the blond girl behind it. There is two minutes left in play and, with a last second pass, HU scores. Marlene grins at her again and the swarm in her stomach hums excitedly. She bites her lip and her heart is beating in time with her hurried claps. Fifty seconds. Figures in violet kits mark their opposition in powder blue. Forty five. Captain Lucinda Talkalot has to jump to avoid the ball hitting her foot. Marlene is in possession. Thirty seconds. She makes it half the field before possession is taken again. Ten seconds. She's chasing. Chasing. Chasing. Five. The keeper dives but she's too late. Two. The ball tangles in the net, a point for Beauxbatons. One. She stops, hands braced on her knees, shoulders shaking with every pant.

Spectators on the other side of the field and a swarm of girls in blue are cheering, screams echoing in the dusk, but Dorcas doesn't notice. She doesn't hear Lily's confused questioning as she pushes off the fence, doesn't see the Hogwarts player she nearly bumps into in her haste. She doesn't hear anything but the pulsing of blood in her ears, feel anything but the airy lurching in her stomach and the thud of her heart in her throat. She doesn't see anything but the blond across the field, face red and slick with sweat as she stares at the mud on her cleats. Dorcas is running but she doesn't realise until blue eyes look up at her, clouded with confusion.

"We lost," Marlene tells her breathlessly as she straightens, hands braced on her hips now. "Why do you look like we won?"

It's a rhetorical question, obviously. Obviously. But Dorcas hears herself answering anyway. "Because I am entirely besotted with you, Marlene McKinnon, and I am going to snog you."

Two pairs of eyes go wide and she stops short only a few inches from the other girl. There is silence in their bubble, but for their panting breaths that mingle in between them. Did she really just say that?

She swallows hard, a breath, and then, "Can- I mean, can I kiss you?"

For a moment she thinks the other girl will say no. The longest moment of her life, Marlene will say no, that she isn't interested, that she was never flirting and only trying to be nice. It's a split second in time. But then Marlene is kissing her, palms flat against Dorcas' back, pulling her forward as they almost dip. It is hard and rushed and heated, and tender and slow and soft all at once. A perfect balance of give and take. She feels the air rush from her lungs, her head swims, the anxiety built in her shoulders over the last six months dissipates and it is only a moment before her brain catches up and she is kissing back. Dorcas doesn't hear the whistles or the cheers, nor Lily's shout of it's about time! She doesn't see anything around them as her eyes flutter closed.

#trope writing challenge #prompt 2 #dorlene #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes

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