The Longhorns’ goalie tracks his motions. He shifts left then right, and I have no clue what Hudson has planned. I’m not sure I’m breathing, and when he pulls his stick to his waist and launches the puck forward, I use everything in my power to will it into the goal. Time stands still. I swear someone hits pause on the next four seconds, but when the puck soars into the bottom right corner of the net, just past the goalie’s pad, everything speeds up.
I KNEW IT
