His face bright red.
I couldn’t hear him but I could easily read his lips.
He was telling all of us to wake the fuck up.
I was awake. Wide awake.
Maybe I was too wide awake.
I couldn’t get Madison out of my damn head.
The game endedup in overtime.
With a one-one tie.
I really wasn’t in the mood for some extra hockey tonight, but I guess I had no choice.
The puck dropped and I was ready to go.
Lay won the face-off and passed it to Riff.
Riff dumped the puck behind the other team’s net.
Abel skated so damn fast.
He slammed himself into a defender so hard the thud echoed around the arena.
The fans loved that.
The defender then focused on Abel instead of the puck.
Abel got his stick on the puck and sent it toward the net.
That’s where Lay waited and took a perfect shot, faking the goalie out and sending the puck through his five hole and into the net.
Now that was how you took care of overtime.
The entire play lasted all of twenty seconds.
And we got the win.
I threw my hands up and skated as fast as I could to meet up with the rest of the team as they gathered around Lay to celebrate.
The fans cheered. Music blared through the speakers.
The celebration worked itself back to the locker room.
“Undefeated!” Matias roared.
“You saw that shot, right?” Lay asked. “You see how smooth that was? Just like sliding into a woman’s panties.”
“You have to go there?” Remi asked.
“Of course I do,” Lay said. “Especially tonight. Someone is buying me drinks. And I’m getting laid. All night long.”
“So your right hand has a long night coming?” Riff asked.
“You saidcoming,” Reid said.