The Chicago Tigers were absolutely unstoppable.
Over the past weeks, we’d gone on a brutal, punishing seven-game winning streak. Logan was playing on the ice like a man entirely possessed—or rather, like a man who had finally claimed his obsession. His statistics were completely dominating the league: a .938 save percentage, a 1.92 goals-against average, and a Goals Saved Above Expected (GSAx) metric so staggering that sports analysts were already calling him the undisputed frontrunner for the Vezina Trophy.
The exact same fans who had once booed him out of the rink now wore his jersey with fanatical pride. Social media was flooded with slowed-down edits of his impossible glove saves and post-game interviews where he—mostly—stuck to the precise, sanitized scripts I had painstakingly prep
