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 Bobby Robins Blog supports Team Logan. A while back I wrote an article called, "Good Vibrations", about Logan, a little boy I met at the Hasbro Children's Hospital. I poured my heart into the article, and tried my best to describe what I was feeling after meeting Logan. Something changed inside of me because of Logan, and I have been in contact with him and his family over the months since our meeting. I'm happy to report that he is back home and feeling well. 7 Comments  “He not busy being born is busy dying.” Bob Dylan sings this in It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding). This song takes me back to that pivotal year in my development (as a person and as a hockey player) when I moved out West to the middle of Montana after high school, chasing mountainous dreams and embarking on this path that I still walk to this day, some thirteen years later. Still chasing that puck. Still chasing that elusive destiny.  Photo by Samantha B I just read an article on Rich Clune, of the Nashville Predators that told the story of his battle with alcohol and drug addiction. Most importantly, the story spoke of redemption, recovery, and dream chasing. It seems like he needed to face his own demon/demons, and slay his greatest adversary before he could accomplish his goal of playing in the NHL. It seems that he had to slay this nefarious shadow that had haunted him for so many years before he could become the true version of himself, the one that had been in there all along.  Photo by Samantha B This one goes out to you, dreamer. This one is dedicated to the kid shooting pucks at a coffee can out in the back yard, while the rest of the world spins on. This is for that kid who they said would never make it. It's for the one they laughed at. It's for the one who wasn't afraid to be real, to be passionate, to be a hockey player. If you are reading this now, and thinking I'm talking to you, I am. This one is for you. 
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A long, long time ago in the middle of Montana, I played Junior hockey for a team called the Great Falls Americans in the now defunct America West Hockey League. I was eighteen years old, just a boy, and this is where I learned how to fight. The gap between an eighteen year old and a twenty year old was so vast and canyonesque during that eventful year out west, and so I learned to fight and compete against men. It was here in the middle of mountains that I found my courage, strength, and belief in myself as a person and as a hockey player. It was here where I became a man.  Photo by Alan Sullivan We all experience our own lives through our own lens, through our own perspective. We get caught up in it, engulfed by it, and that is who we become, and that is who we are. But behind that veil of day to day motion and commotion, there exists an invisible vein that connects all of us on a much deeper level than anything physical or mental. I contest that it exists on a metaphysical level. It is something spiritual. Something vibrational. Something magic. It's something that I feel and have always felt, and I can only assume that other people in the world feel it too. It's that connectivity between human beings that transcends all other emotions, and exposes itself in the most human form: love.  Photo by Samantha Boice Thoughts run rampant `round the skull, day in and day out, during a hockey season. The weeks fly by. We practice and we play. We rest for a day, and then we are right back at it. We are here now, right in the thick of things. It's approaching mid-January, and we are well into the season. But we are far from close to that end goal, that prize waiting at the end, that elusive trophy, that shining silver brilliance.  Photo by Samantha Boice I'm on the road right now. We forged through a vast snow storm, had a game cancelled, and ate giant steaks cooked perfectly rare, and now I'm banging away on the keyboard in a hotel in Glen Falls, NY. The snow is piling up outside of my window. We are in town to play the Phantoms tomorrow, and I wanted to get a few words down for you RRReaders out there.  Photo by Samantha Boice I want to tell you a story about manifesting your own reality. The story dives right into dream chasing and striving for excellence, as expected. The story also involves a nutritional supplement company called Onnit Labs, which I am now involved with, since I officially became sponsored by them earlier this year. But before we start, I want you to know that I am invested in this company, I am promoting this company, and I have financial interest in this company. I believe in this company. I used these products before any talks of sponsorship. I believe in their products and supplements, and I use them every day. I wouldn't be affiliated with them if I didn't. And if I didn't, I sure as hell wouldn't be writing about them.
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My name is Bobby Robins. I play pro hockey and also aspire to be a writer. I started this blog in 2012 to share my thoughts and experiences as I pursue my dreams, both athletically and artistically. Find out more about me or connect with me; and please enjoy my sincere words and photographs by the talented Samantha. Thank you!
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