I fend off a shot from Van, then circle the goal and steal a puck from Camden, sending it sliding in the opposite direction before Logan plows into me, pinning me against the boards, while Eli flies by and makes a shot over Felix’s shoulder. This is when I know there’s more to this exercise than I thought because Logan doesn’t let me go. Instead, he pulls my stick out of my hands, tosses it to the ice, then spins me toward Theo, who’s twirling a lasso over his head in perfect circles. An actual lasso.
