GAME SEVEN

His father…

Was the star player.

The boy watched from the crowd, amongst the thrill and rawness of the stench, sweat and adrenaline filled stands as his dad blasted forward, skated past the last defender and shot the puck with pristine precision into the top corner of the net; the goalie didn’t stand a chance.

This was the brutal but gentle art of ice hockey. It was the violent but delicate dance of hockey on ice and this was the do or die, make or break, sink or swim, win or lose, prevail or peril series that is the playoffs. Not only that, each team had won three games a piece…

So this was the last game in the series.