The Jaguars, now fully mad, came up to Madison to try to finally (finally!) defeat the Lightning. I was just happy to witness it. I can't call myself Lightning's #2 fan if I miss three games in a row, can I? (Meanwhile, the Lightning's #1 fan was nowhere to be seen.)
The Jags looked leaner; their hair, more colorful, indicative of a youthfulness usually accompanied by a swiftness of foot. I don't remember seeing that player before? And where was Specs?
Assistant Coach Johnny Bye-Bye was behind the bench, calling the shots, putting a calming hand on the excitable Vapo Rub.
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| Assistant Coach Johnny Bye-Bye settles the troops |
The Lightning started out horribly, inept even. Even with the Bourbon Wall in net, within two minutes the Jaguars scored two goals. But Nicole and I weren't worried. No, not at all.
It was when the Lightning couldn't muster up the equalizers that we began to worry. But then, this happened:
With less than ten seconds left, Nicole's Friend takes a desperation shot from behind the blue line. The goaltender, obviously aware of how little time there was, kicks the puck away with her skate blade. I repeat: she kicked the puck away with her skate blade. Instead of re-directing the puck to the corner or covering it up with her glove, she kicked it away with her skate blade. And as you know, you can't really kick it all that far.
The goalie was obviously unaware that Nicole's Friend's line mate, Vito, was doing what all the kids should be doing: playing to the whistle! Vito was to the goalie's right, exactly where the puck had been clicked. She collected the puck, collected her thoughts, and lifted the puck over the surprised goalie's left pad and glove. The horn sound: she scored! The period ended!
The game would end like that: 2-2.
Game puck goes to Vito.
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