During a break in play, Ilya checked in with his goalie. “You good, Hazy?” he called out over the screeching vocals of AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck.” “Yep,” Hazy said cheerfully. “Hey, do you like this song?” Ilya’s brow furrowed. Was this seriously what Wyatt was thinking about right now? “Is okay.” “I always thought it had all this buildup and then falls kind of flat, but I dunno. Anyway, score a goal, okay?”