“Yes,” they both said.
“Oh, wait, look,” Eva said.
The puck ended up behind Maverick’s net.
I felt my heart race a little bit.
Remi slammed someone into the boards.
The crowd cheered.
The player dropped to one knee to catch his breath.
Getting hit by Remi like that must have felt like getting hit by a car.
Before I could exhale a breath, the puck ended up in front of the net.
There was a collective gasp from everyone.
Maverick moved all around, keeping the puck out of the net.
There was a lot of pushing and shoving from both teams.
Maverick somehow found the puck and knocked it out of the way.
Then he jumped up to his feet and pushed at one of the other players.
The player turned to retaliate against Maverick but Abel was there to back up his goalie.
“They’re going to fight!” Zoe cried out.
Abel pulled the other player away from Maverick.
The gloves were dropped and punches were thrown.
It was so quick and so violent.
And everyone loved it.
Abel pulled the other player’s jersey over his head and threw a few uppercuts before two referees skated in and broke up the fight.
The fans didn’t like that part.
Abel scooped his gloves and stick up off the ice and waved his arms, getting everyone cheering again.
Zoe and Eva were jumping up and down, loving it.
Once the game was finished, I kept good on my promise to take them into the hallway so they could see thebackstagearea of it all.
We stood there and watched the players, trainers and coaches walk by.
Zoe was a musician and Eva a horror writer, but for those few minutes watching all these huge, sweaty athletes walk by, they were in total awe of it all.
To the point of almost drooling over all the guys.
“I get it,” Zoe said to me.
“Get what?” I asked.