I grabbed a dry erase marker and turned to the whiteboard and the projection, queued up to a freeze frame of the Étoiles in the middle of one of their famous rushes up the ice. “Here’s Hunter Lacey, who’s just dug the puck out of the corner. Look where his teammates are.” Etienne Leroux and MacKenzie Vaillancourt were angled low and high, cycling into open ice, as Bryce Michel came streaking in hot. “Hunter passes it to Bryce, and watch—”
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