HAYDEN
Coach’s whistle was particularly shrill that morning. We opened with laps, then dove into a gauntlet of passing drills that demanded quick touches and quicker decisions. My legs felt good.
My brain was clear in a way it hadn’t been in months, which made zero sense after a late night, but that was the truth. I was over the moon.
We moved to a breakout drill, and I called the play before anyone else could, snapping the puck up the boards, cutting through the neutral zone, slashing back to receive a saucer pass, then threading it across the slot for Logan to hammer home.
The play was a beauty to behold, and the fact that we successfully pulled that off was a testament to how in sync we were as a team.
“Again,” Coach barked, but there was the ghost of a smile in his voice.
See? E
