Lancecastor
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Only 10 seconds left in a close game.
The puck-carrying left winger decided to cut across at center to look for more ice on the right side.
He deked the opposition's center and put his head down, skating hard.
The big right defenceman had circled left earlier and was now skating hard and fast out to the right from the blue line.
Vectors crossing.
Dropping his left shoulder like his dad taught him, the defenceman caught the unmindful winger square in the chest.
Boom boom. Out go the lites.
The winger went down like a sack of shit, sliding fifteen feet before coming to a stop, semi-conscious and flat as a pancake.
I love watching my boy play hockey.
Even when he gets a one game suspension.
The puck-carrying left winger decided to cut across at center to look for more ice on the right side.
He deked the opposition's center and put his head down, skating hard.
The big right defenceman had circled left earlier and was now skating hard and fast out to the right from the blue line.
Vectors crossing.
Dropping his left shoulder like his dad taught him, the defenceman caught the unmindful winger square in the chest.
Boom boom. Out go the lites.
The winger went down like a sack of shit, sliding fifteen feet before coming to a stop, semi-conscious and flat as a pancake.
I love watching my boy play hockey.
Even when he gets a one game suspension.
