The face-off was set up again and the game settled.
When it was down to about two minutes, they pulled their goalie for an extra attacker.
They brought the puck down the ice and set themselves up.
I had too much traffic in front of me so I directed Remi and Reid on where I wanted them to go.
A shot was taken and I threw my right arm up and blocked the puck.
It bounced over me and behind the net.
I turned to my right, which was the wrong decision.
The puck had hit the boards and moved to my left.
Reid poked his stick at my left and saved the post, but they passed from behind the net to one of their trailing defenders and put the puck just over my left shoulder.
“Fuck!” I cried out as I hit my stick to the ice.
Now the game felt way too tense.
With the next face-off looming, the last thing I needed was to give up the tying goal and end up in overtime.
We won the face-off and kept the puck down at the other end of the ice for almost a full minute.
By the time the other team had a chance to pull their goalie again, there was less than ten seconds left.
Everyone stood on their feet, holding their breaths.
They quickly set up a play and took a shot.
If I caught the puck, the clock would stop.
So I took the risk, just stopped and smacked it to my right.
Remi ended up with the puck on his stick and just slid it down the ice.
Three…
Two…
One…
The buzzer sounded.
Game over.
We won.
Except I gave up a goal.
That meant no sex from Madison.
I droppedmy bag and Madison greeted me with a drink.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“We won,” I said.