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goaltender. I heard the coach of the Firestorm say to his assistant that the shot was a big league blast that no one would have stopped. Just past the fifteen minute mark of the third period Kian decided to take things into his own hands and wow the crowd.
I listened more intently as the announcer said the Wildcats had dumped the puck into the Firestorm zone to make a change allowing the Firestorm defenseman to set up behind his own goal for the breakout. Kian skated behind the net taking the puck. He beat one forechecker just inside his own blue line, then another around the center line. He skated to the off wing boards where the last forward attempted to check him then slid the puck through the defender’s skates and ducked the attempted check. He regained the puck and cut across the blue line as the first of the two defense men attempted to chase down the puck. Kian put the puck out in front of himself, hoping the defenseman would bite and go after the loose biscuit. As the defenseman made his move toward the puck, Kian reached out with one hand on his stick and expertly pulled the puck into his skates. As the defenseman changed tack and attempted to hit Kian he used his skate to kick the puck past the stunned defenseman and break in on the goaltender. The off side defenseman came diving across, attempting to break up the play, but Kian used a toe drag move to elude the sliding player.
With only the goaltender to beat, Kian’s eyes were on the prize. He unleashed a wicked wrist shot that rang off the post and into the top corner of the goal. The crowd went crazy and hats rained down from the stands, recognizing Kian’s third goal of the game. Apparently, they were acknowledging the tradition of the hat trick.
After being mobbed by his teammates Kian retrieved the puck from the net and skated toward the Firestorm bench to high five the rest of his teammates. As he approached the glass where Zelda and I were seated he tossed the puck over the glass to me and winked on his way by. He had sent the building into a state of frenzy but that wink let me know he was still thinking about me.
By the time the Firestorm lined up for a defensive zone faceoff, I felt dizzy from all of the craziness and excitement of the game and needed to get some air. Between the overwhelming anxiety I felt as my thoughts drifted back to Austin and the awful end to my senior year of high school, and the fervor Mr. Fire on Ice was creating in the arena, I had had enough.
“I need to get some air,” I said to my sister, who to my su rprise was engrossed in the game.
“What?” she nearly screamed. “Now? There are only a few minutes left in the game.”
“Yes, now.” I insisted. Not only was I a bundle of raw nerves, I was starting to feel like I could pass out at any moment.
“Do you want me to go with you?” My sister looked at me with concern in her eyes.
“No, just meet me out by the ticket window. You should watch the rest of the game.”
“Okay,” she said but her eyes were already back on the ice.
I pushed my way past the people in the seats between me and the aisle and then headed up the stairs toward the exit. I didn’t see what happened but I heard the crowd moan as the Wildcats scored. I could hear the broadcast on the radio at the popcorn stand and the play-by-play guy said Kian had stood up in the face off dot allowing the Wildcat center to win the draw cleanly. According to the commentator Kian remained standing like a statue in the faceoff circle as the Wildcat scored. As I made my way through the crowd, I could hear guys shouting. “ What the hell was that? ”; “ What are you doing Kavanagh ?” and “ Get your head in the game, 23 .”
I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that Kian had seen me get up to leave and it had distracted him.
I nearly fell over a few peoples’ feet as I rushed out of the arena in an attempt to escape. By the time I got outside, I
I listened more intently as the announcer said the Wildcats had dumped the puck into the Firestorm zone to make a change allowing the Firestorm defenseman to set up behind his own goal for the breakout. Kian skated behind the net taking the puck. He beat one forechecker just inside his own blue line, then another around the center line. He skated to the off wing boards where the last forward attempted to check him then slid the puck through the defender’s skates and ducked the attempted check. He regained the puck and cut across the blue line as the first of the two defense men attempted to chase down the puck. Kian put the puck out in front of himself, hoping the defenseman would bite and go after the loose biscuit. As the defenseman made his move toward the puck, Kian reached out with one hand on his stick and expertly pulled the puck into his skates. As the defenseman changed tack and attempted to hit Kian he used his skate to kick the puck past the stunned defenseman and break in on the goaltender. The off side defenseman came diving across, attempting to break up the play, but Kian used a toe drag move to elude the sliding player.
With only the goaltender to beat, Kian’s eyes were on the prize. He unleashed a wicked wrist shot that rang off the post and into the top corner of the goal. The crowd went crazy and hats rained down from the stands, recognizing Kian’s third goal of the game. Apparently, they were acknowledging the tradition of the hat trick.
After being mobbed by his teammates Kian retrieved the puck from the net and skated toward the Firestorm bench to high five the rest of his teammates. As he approached the glass where Zelda and I were seated he tossed the puck over the glass to me and winked on his way by. He had sent the building into a state of frenzy but that wink let me know he was still thinking about me.
By the time the Firestorm lined up for a defensive zone faceoff, I felt dizzy from all of the craziness and excitement of the game and needed to get some air. Between the overwhelming anxiety I felt as my thoughts drifted back to Austin and the awful end to my senior year of high school, and the fervor Mr. Fire on Ice was creating in the arena, I had had enough.
“I need to get some air,” I said to my sister, who to my su rprise was engrossed in the game.
“What?” she nearly screamed. “Now? There are only a few minutes left in the game.”
“Yes, now.” I insisted. Not only was I a bundle of raw nerves, I was starting to feel like I could pass out at any moment.
“Do you want me to go with you?” My sister looked at me with concern in her eyes.
“No, just meet me out by the ticket window. You should watch the rest of the game.”
“Okay,” she said but her eyes were already back on the ice.
I pushed my way past the people in the seats between me and the aisle and then headed up the stairs toward the exit. I didn’t see what happened but I heard the crowd moan as the Wildcats scored. I could hear the broadcast on the radio at the popcorn stand and the play-by-play guy said Kian had stood up in the face off dot allowing the Wildcat center to win the draw cleanly. According to the commentator Kian remained standing like a statue in the faceoff circle as the Wildcat scored. As I made my way through the crowd, I could hear guys shouting. “ What the hell was that? ”; “ What are you doing Kavanagh ?” and “ Get your head in the game, 23 .”
I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that Kian had seen me get up to leave and it had distracted him.
I nearly fell over a few peoples’ feet as I rushed out of the arena in an attempt to escape. By the time I got outside, I
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