Chapter 33
Salty rivulets spilled from Sloan’s hair like he’d dunked his head, helmet and all, in the ocean. Third period, tied at one, and the Cobras led in shots on net. Didn’t mean much, as far as he was concerned, but the time they spent in control of the puck certainly did. Well, that and the way Coach Stanton paled a little every time they came close to scoring. They barraged shots at the Wild goaltender, picking up sloppy rebounds, turning the game into target practice as the Wild defense floundered.
Sloan grinned at the Wild center as he waved his left winger over to cover the wide open slot in front of the net. The man snarled a curse under his breath as the player gave him a blank look. The Wild had considered the game in the bag, and their arrogance had cost them.
Too bad onl
