CHAPTER NINETyler looked down the ice. Vancouver’s goalie was a beast, tall and wide, and he filled the net completely. There had to be somewhere he was vulnerable, maybe the five-hole? He seemed to glove every shot that went up by his shoulders.
Tyler took shot after shot, but the goalie stopped every single one. He had to give the guy credit; he had talent. Rushing the net, Tyler was pulled backwards and he lost control of the puck just as he closed in on the goal area. His feet went out from under him and he crashed to the ice, landing partially on Vancouver’s goalie, and ending up sandwiched between two blue jerseys.
The whistle blew. Good, that is definitely an interference call.
“Get the f**k off of me, dude,” Tyler called to the Vancouver player who was lying on top of him.
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