…We let him be. Like Moses parting the Red Sea we opened up a lane for him by moving backwards toward the boards on both sides of the ice surface. He had a clear and straight path to our goal. The only thing standing between him and hockey glory was McDink. What must McDink be thinking, especially seeing us, his team mates, opening up the lane for the enemy such that there was no impedance between the mammoth and himself? In what seemed to have been a Nano second McDink came out of his net ever so slightly, he looked to his right, then to his left, then straight ahead: his legs, his pads, forming an “A” shaped five hole that a Mack Truck could have driven through.
The fans were going nuts. The rafters seemed to be shaking. The ice melting, smokin, due to the friction and fire coming from the blades of the Royal’s star player as he was crossed centre ice in a blur. After a split second of assessment, analysis of the situation and determination McDink made his decision. He turned to his left, then to his right, to his left, to his right, scared, dazed and confused, and then, in another split second in his fullness of time, panicking, he turned left again and ran on his blades to seek the protection of the net. Not inside the net to the back of the crease but the back outside portion of the net itself – BEHIND THE NET. And there he crouched, no kneeled, as if praying to his Lord to protect him, to save him from this terror on ice, shakin all over…