It’s not my goal, and Cauler’s my sworn enemy. But it was a downright beauty of an assist, and I won’t be afraid to acknowledge my good work today. I’ll have a crisis tomorrow. For now, I turn to where Cauler’s got his arms up, just as Zero and our blueliners close in on him for hugs and helmet pats. Usually I just offer fist bumps after goals. I’ve never been a hockey hugger. Now? Now I throw myself into it. I jump to get my arms around Zero’s and Cauler’s shoulders, pulling them down to my level as my skates hit the ice again.
