One Hundred Miles an hour

Eyes focused, mind clear, he watches the puck move across the ice. Each shot on goal is a game in and of itself. “This is my house, nothing gets past this line.” Get big, think big, and defend this line in the ice. Don’t lose sight of the puck. Be fast, very fast. I am the last line of defense. Like a lion at the entrance to his den, you don’t even want to get near this net. When he comes out - it’s a hundred miles an hour. This is our goalie. You won’t even see him snatch the puck out of the air. “I’d swear there’s two of em out there!”