Write a free verse poem about hockey (have fun with it)

Thus the game begins.

Pucks fly.

Players skate.

Fans shout.

The magnitude and exhilaration of the game is nothing spectacular they say

Until the players fight

They say the officials let the fight go on

They say fighting is part of hockey

I'm American

I don't understand the game.

I live in Florida.

I don't witness hockey.

I guess you could call me a hockey foreigner.

I think I know much bout' it, not to be cocky.

Is all you do is hit a puck in the goal blocky ... ?

(based on a true story TwT)