Yes, I'm repeating ACTION. No matter how you look at any other scene in your book, sports scenes should be approached just like a fight scene, a battle where so much is at stake the men or women are willing to give their lives to win. Granted, in most modern sports, the chances of dying are pretty slim, but that's irrelevant. To reach a professional level, your character dedicated their lives, most often from a very young age, to the sport. This moment means everything to them.
Whether it be baseball, football, tennis, or my personal favorite, hockey, you've got all the workings for a damn good scene. Tension, movement, a fast pace . . .
But don't be tempted to throw your readers rink-side for a season's worth of games. This is still a romance novel. Give them the game, show them where the love interest fits in, show who they are underneath all the pads and blockers and guards. Have fun with all those rippling muscles and sweat slicked skin. And if you don't know what to do with them then . . . well, that's a post for another day!
Game Misconduct has several hockey scenes, some longer, some shorter. Here's a shorter one to show you the points I brought up in the post:
The fans laughed. They cheered. Then the kiss replayed on the scoreboard. Oriana's cheeks got redder than the maple leaf on the flag, and she hid her face inside her jersey.
Our girl's a winner. Sloan grinned. He was proud of her. And he was even more determined than ever to make her just as proud of him. Of all of them. The crowd roared as the teams met at center ice. The ref dropped the puck; Sloan won the face off. He passed the puck to T.J. who whipped it to Vanek. Vanek evaded a check and streamed to the other end of the rink. Sloan rushed the opponents' net with Perron. Fanned the puck. Kicked it to the other side of the net. The puck hit a Blue Jacket defenseman, and Mason stopped it with his stick and redirected it to Vanek who tucked it in the net just as the goaltender skidded to block Mason.
Red lights blared, and Sloan crashed into Vanek, hooking his arm around the boy's neck to congratulate him. Mason, T.J., and Perron slammed into them, whooping like madmen. You'd have thought they'd never scored before.
Hope you enjoyed the post! And, as always, feel free to ask questions in the comments.