But my eyes fixate on Trenton because he’s kneeling on the ice with his legs spread wide, performing what I can only imagine is a sexual maneuver as he humps the air. My mouth falls open. “What the hell is he doing?” Celeste cackles. “He’s a goalie, so he needs to make sure his groin is stretched for optimal mobility. He’s in a squat position for most of the game.” “Damn,”

