“We need to get him off the ice,” says Coach. “Can he walk off?” “You got this, Langley,” one of my teammates call. But Doc shakes her head. “With that hard of a hit, we need scans to be safe. We need to rule out a break.” I let their medical talk float over my head like snowflakes caught in a flurry. I gaze up, my eyes focusing beyond the lights to the haze of the sky overhead. I’m flat on my back on an ice rink…in the middle of Yankee Stadium. Forty thousand people are watching me lie here. “I can walk,” I hear myself say. “Doc, help me.”
