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Journal Entry #1 Post Draftday [2X SMJHL Draft Media]
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NordicNailerRegistered Member
“Why is this not working, I think have broken something. I don’t even think this player exist” -Corey
“I think they exist... probably” -Jess Its Sunday morning and yesterday keeps playing over and over again inside my mind. Who am I. What am I. Do I exist in more ways than just in my mind. The whole day was foggy and I couldn’t focus on anything. I was a nervous wreck. Some late mocks put me in top 10 witch made me real excited. Even though I deep down knew it was unrealistic. Trying to keep my hands bussy nad think of other things I went for a jog, took a long shower and hit the town to feel the vibe of exitment. But I cant even remember that anything happend. I dont even know how I got home. and no one else seem to know where i was until the draft startet. And then suddenly, when the draft startet i remember things again. Probably because from then on out, minute by minute, pick by pick my selfesteem got lower and lower. And bad stuff like that you do remember. Closing in on about an hour of the draft and pick 20 I remember I was thinking that maybe it was time to call it a night. Better to wake up in a team than to go to sleep undrafted. But then. Suddenly and out of the blue I hear something that made me chuckle. Someone whos existens is beeing questioned. Some one have been drafted that is not on the reccord. Who could it be. Is this some kind of wierd Goblet of fire-thing? “ It wont be any draftcard this time, but we will go on as nothing happened. As number 23 of the draft Anchorage Armade chooses Abbe Wass” Camera zoom, world is spinning, room gets smaller, what do I even do with my hands, stomach is turned upside down. Eyesight gets bad, hearing get selective and all I really heard after that was something about “Second tier for 1st gens… nice guy.. knows how to talk..” The spaghetti legs wiggle. Instead of hurling the days food on the closest person I thew it some more and swallowd down, again. Handshakes. Hat on head. loads of cameraflashes. People whispering ‘Who is he, he does not even exist in the spread sheet” Beer in my hand. Big smile and wave. A quick pat on the back and suddenly everything moves on and gets quiet. The only question still ringing in my mind are, Is this real life or is this just fantasy. Feels like im in a landslide with no escape to reality. And now everything gets black. Until now, the morning after. I cant belive what happened. I now I exist. I know who I am. All that is left to do is to show up in the lockerroom and show that i sure do exist. If they dont belive me. Fake it till you make it! I will show them. This boat is gonna be boating
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