I pull my stick back to my waist. I hit the puck as hard as I can, getting it off just before the defender can steal it from me. It hits the left side of the goal, a bounce off the post before crossing the goal line under the goalie’s knees as the buzzer sounds, ending the game. “LET’S FUCKING GO,” Maverick screams, jumping on me.
LIGE MIN ORD MAVERICK
