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A Golfer's Dream Book II  Chapter Four - Game Misconduct

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A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer        
Written by TheCaddy

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Chapter Four - Game Misconduct

Dave felt a little better after his conversation with Katherine
in the hall.  He guessed it had gone as well as he could have
expected and he hoped things would quiet down on the wild rumor
front.  He went to the cafeteria and sat with John.  John had a
proposal to keep his friend from brooding, "Dave, do you want to
go to the Eagles' Junior A game tonight?  They're leading their
best of seven series against Amherst two-nothing; but it has been
a rough series and tonight should be an exciting game."

Dave remembered his good practice time with the Eagles and, not
having any alternative plans, he agreed.

John picked Dave up at his house that evening and the two friends
went to the game.  The Eagles were leading the game four-nothing
and were in control of the game late in the third period.  The
game had been fairly rough but the Eagles were more talented and
controlled most of the play.  The Eagles had a line called the
"crash line" - named for their style of hitting everything that
moved, a practice commonly referred to as crashing the boards. 
All three forwards on that line were proven fighters as were two
of the teams six defenseman, Brad Rice and Ben Metzger.

With five minutes left in the game, an Amherst player ran the
Eagles' goalie hard into the net.  The crash line was on the ice
with Rice and Metzger on defense.  A line brawl followed the
cheap shot.  A line brawl is when all five players on the ice for
each team fight at the same time.  Some teams are known almost as
much for the quality of their fighting as their actual hockey
play; the standard joke is "I went to the fights last night and a
hockey game broke out!"  Dave and John joined the crowd cheering
on the excitement on the ice.  Metzger squared off with the
toughest player for Amherst and the two goons threw ferocious
punches at each other.  After Metzger landed his first two
punches, his opponent covered up and dropped to his knees.

It took the referees ten minutes to breakup all the fights and
clear the ice.  Eventually the game finished and the Eagles' fans
went home happy their team was leading the series three-nothing
and very glad that their team sent a message to the Amherst team
not to rough up their goalie.

John and Dave talked animatedly about the fights.  They went to
McDonalds and hung out with their friends for an hour before John
took Dave home.  John's team was playing their last regular
season games on Saturday and Sunday, so he needed a good night's
sleep.

The next morning Dave was sleeping in when his father called him
to answer the phone.  Dave picked up the receiver and heard the
familiar voice of the coach of the Eagles, Mike Stevens.  Mike
explained that five of his players had been suspended for the
game that evening, as a consequence of the line brawl, and asked
if Dave would play for them since they needed substitutes.  Dave
was ecstatic and said yes immediately.  Coach Mike was pleased
and told Dave to be at the Civic Centre at three o'clock to catch
the team bus for the trip to Amherst.

Dave's father was very happy to hear he would be playing in a
higher level game.  Roger phoned his brother, Alan the policeman,
and, after a return call ten minutes later, Alan had his evening
shift off so he and Roger could drive to Amherst for the game. 
Amherst is a small town on the Nova Scotia side of the border
with New Dominion - it is only an hour and half drive from
Edwardton.

The time was only ten o'clock in the morning when Dave found out
about the upcoming game, he found time passed slowly as he
anxiously waited for three o'clock.

The drive in the charter bus passed quickly as Dave got familiar
with the players he had met the previous fall during practice. 
Dave had thought Ben Metzger looked huge on the ice but now, when
he met him in person, he realized that he himself was actually
two or three inches taller than Metzger.  The protective hockey
equipment adds a lot of bulk to every player and makes it
difficult to tell the actual size of the body inside.

Dave was nervous in the dressing room as he prepared for the
warm-up.  With the crash line missing, the team dressed Dave and
three extra players they already had on their team list.  Dave
was going to be playing rightwing with one of the usual spares
playing on the leftwing.  The center was Willie Hubloo, the team
captain.  Willie was a small five-foot seven-inch player with
amazing talent.  He was an Inuit; one of the many non-Island-born
players.  Willie had incredible speed and Dave was looking
forward to playing with such a talented hockey player.

During the warm-up, the Amherst team was yelling at the Eagles -
trying to intimidate them.  The mood in the dressing room was
quieter than Dave had expected and he suspected that, because the
Eagles were missing their five tougher players, the team was
feeling the pressure of the intimidation.  After a pep talk by
the coach, the Eagles left the dressing room.

Dave remembered his uncle Alan saying how Amherst was one of the
toughest rinks to play in because of the very loud and boisterous
fans.  The rink had been fairly quiet during the warm-up but it
was now full of rowdy fans screaming like madmen and Dave quickly
understood what Alan meant.

Dave played on the third line because Willie was playing center
on two different lines and his regular line started the game, so
Dave anxiously waited for his first shift.  Amherst started the
game with a clear strategy of hitting the Eagles at every
opportunity.  When Dave finally got on the ice, he was surprised
by the speed of play.  He was used to being the fastest player on
his team and usually had to wait for his fellow players to catch
up to him.  At this much higher level of hockey, his first shift
was a total learning experience.  The speed of play was
incredibly fast and opposing players were much stronger than Dave
was used to.

Dave's first three shifts were unproductive as he struggled to
adjust.  After the third shift, Mike walked over to him and said,
"Dave, I've seen you play this year and I know you have good
speed.  Use that speed to skate away from these players; they're
not as fast as you are and Willie will find you, when you get
open."  Dave nodded understandingly as he tried to catch his
breath.  He considered himself to be in good shape but, after
just three shifts of this fast-paced hockey, he was more tired
than he normally felt after two periods of midget hockey.

The fourth shift went better as Dave muscled into the clear and
was streaking down the wing when Willie hit him with a perfect
pass.  Dave tried to accelerate around the defenseman but the
more skilled junior player played an angle that took Dave behind
the net.  As he carried the puck behind the net, Dave saw Willie
cutting through the slot and he feathered a perfect pass to
Willie who one-timed the shot.  The puck careened off the
crossbar and over the glass out of play - no goal.

Dave's line didn't have any more scoring chances in the first
period but Mike congratulated him on his stronger play during the
first break.  The Eagles were losing two-nothing after one period
and Amherst seemed to be taking advantage of their intimidating
style of play.

The second period started much better for Dave as he got his feet
moving and started hitting more himself.  Willie had another
unsuccessful scoring chance created off a hit Dave threw on an
opposing defenseman which turned the puck over in the corner.

On his second shift of the period, Dave received a pass in the
high slot from Willie and he one-timed a hard wrist-shot to the
top corner for the Eagles' first goal.  The rest of the team
seemed to feed off his goal and the next line scored a second
goal to tie the game at two.

When Dave got on the ice again, he was lined up for a face-off in
the Amherst end.  The opposing winger slashed Dave across the
back of legs as they waited for the puck to be dropped.  Dave
heard him say, "You're a fucking pussy for wearing a cage.  Keep
your head up."  Dave was a little surprised by the comment but
was half-expecting some type of verbal abuse.  All junior players
were required to wear plastic half visors on their helmets, which
covered to just below their noses but, because Dave was a midget,
he had to wear a full-face screen required for minor hockey.

The referee dropped the puck and Willie won the draw back to his
defenseman.  Dave held his opposing winger from getting to the
defenseman, so his defenseman could get a clean shot at the net.
The Amherst goalie made the save and one of his defenseman
cleared the puck out of the zone.

The puck was pushed into the Eagles zone where an Eagles
defenseman passed it quickly to Willie.  Willie made a move at
his own blue-line then snapped a hard pass to Dave who was
streaking down the wing.  Dave accelerated around the defenseman
to the outside and was cutting to the net when he saw his winger
moving in from the far side.  Dave faked a shot on goal, then
slid the puck across to his teammate who redirected it into the
net.  Dave and his line-mates celebrated the go-ahead goal with
what looked like ice dancing.

Dave's line continued to play well the rest of the second period
and Dave continued to take abuse from the same opposing player. 
On the last shift of the period, Dave took a cheap shot from the
same goon - the goon cross-checked him across the back of the
neck.  He and the goon started yelling at each other.  The goon
yelled, "Take off the cage, you chicken shit."

The linesmen separated them, then Dave went to the bench on a
change.  The goon didn't even get a penalty for his indiscretion.
 Dave didn't get on the ice again before the horn sounded to end
the period.  Dave and his team went to the dressing room leading
four-two.  As soon as Dave sat down, Metzger, who was dressed in
a shirt and tie, sat beside him.  He said, "Dave, you have to
stand up to that asshole.  You can't let him run you like that or
every team in the league will run you."

Dave looked at Ben and asked, "What should I do?"

Ben replied, "Next time you're lined up beside him, tell him you
want to go.  Tell him that you want both of you to take off your
helmets.  Once he agrees, wait for the puck to drop -- then move
to center ice.  When the fight starts, make sure he doesn't grab
the sleeve of your throwing hand.  Square off and pound the shit
out of him.  But also make sure you fight at the start of your
shift and not at the end.  Never fight when you're tired, unless
there's no choice."

Dave nodded.  Brad Rice, nicknamed Ricey, sat down when he heard
Ben finish his advice.  Ricey added, "After you kick his ass,
skate across the ice moving both your hands across your waist as
if you're putting on the "Championship Belt".  The fans will hate
it and go nuts."  Dave nodded but felt skeptical about hot-
dogging.

Dave looked over at the coach who seemed to be half-listening to
the conversation.  Mike winked and nodded at Dave.  Dave suddenly
felt incredibly nervous.  He had never really intentionally
fought while playing hockey and wasn't sure how he would do.

The third period started with the Eagles taking the play to
Amherst.  Dave didn't match up against the goon on his first
shift.  Willie scored another goal with his normal line and Dave
was cheering on the bench with his teammates.  Dave saw the goon
for Amherst come off their bench and, as he skated past, he began
chirping at Dave.  Mike walked behind Dave and asked, "Do you
want to go on?"

Dave knew his line wasn't due to go on the ice yet, so it was
obvious Mike was giving him the option to go fight the goon. 
Dave could feel his adrenalin pumping as he jumped over the
boards.

Dave lined up next to the goon who immediately started in on
Dave.  Dave glared at him and said, "Let's go, then.  I'll take
my screen off, if you take off your helmet, too."

The referee dropped the puck and Dave and the goon immediately
threw off their gloves.  The other players moved to their benches
as the two combatants circled center ice and removed their
helmets.  Dave held his throwing hand back as he circled the goon
looking for an opening.  The goon finally lunged at Dave and they
locked up holding each other's shoulder pads with one hand as
they threw punches with the other.

Dave threw a hard punch at the goon and, just as he felt it
connect with the goon's cheek, he felt a fist hit his own face
just below his left eye.  Dave pulled his fist back again, threw
it forward hard, and landed another solid punch, this time on the
goon's nose.  He again felt a fist hit his cheek.  Dave took a
little longer throwing the third punch as he put all his energy
into his fist and he aimed at the goon's nose again.  Dave felt a
punch to his face just as he landed his hard punch right on his
target.  Dave was pulling his fist back, getting ready to throw a
fourth punch when he saw and felt the goon fall straight
backwards onto his back.

Dave was pulled forward by the falling opponent, but quickly let
go of the goon's shirt then he looked down at him lying on the
ice.  He was surprised to see a glazed look in his eyes as blood
gushed from his nose.  Dave skated away and immediately saw Ricey
jumping around by the glass near the dressing room.  Ricey was
moving his hands across his waist to tell Dave to mimic him. 
Dave smiled and started to slide his hands back and forth across
his waist.  The crowd started to boo him even louder and he left
the ice to the raucous screaming of the Amherst fans.

Ben and Ricey escorted Dave to the dressing room and both were
bouncing as they congratulated the young rookie.  Dave's entire
body was shaking from the adrenaline rushing through his veins. 
Ben roared, "You knocked him fucking out.  Great job, kid.  No
one in this league will fuck with you again."

After five minutes of pacing around the dressing room, Dave had
finally relaxed enough to take off his gear.  He stripped down
and got in the shower.  The hot water felt refreshing as Dave
cleaned up.

Dave had just finished putting on his shirt and tie when he heard
the horn go to end the game.  He sat and waited for the team to
enter the dressing room.  Every player walked over to where he
sat and patted him on the head as they entered.  After all the
players had congratulated him, Ben sat beside him again and
explained, "After you thumped that goon, the rest of the team
just folded.  They hardly threw another check and none of them
tried anything with any of our players again.  We scored two more
insurance goals to win seven-two."

The coach came in shortly after the team and congratulated them
for winning the series in four straight games.  He didn't say
anything about Dave's fight but he subtly smiled at Dave and
nodded.

Dave walked outside the dressing room while the rest of the team
changed and showered.  He was surprised to see his father and
uncle waiting for him.  He walked over to them as his dad said,
"Great game, Dave.  You played well."  Dave thanked him; then his
father added, "I'll see you at home."

Roger walked away but his uncle Alan remained and said, "Helluva
game, Dave.  Your father and I were both jumping with excitement
when you kicked the shit out of that asshole.  Your father will
never say it, but he's really proud of you for sticking up for
yourself.  It was obvious that guy was running you."  He turned
and looked at his brother walking down the hall, "I better catch
up to Roger.  I'll see you later."

The bus ride back to the Island went quickly and Dave was
surprised when the coach sat beside him.  Mike said, "You played
a great game tonight Dave.  You adjusted well to the change in
speed and style.  I'd love to have you finish the year with us
but I know the coach of the major midget team wants you to play
with them, too.  I spoke to him this morning because he had
planned to call you up today but, after all the suspensions we
had the past night, he agreed to let us have the first call. 
Thanks for playing with us; you were a real asset to the team." 
He paused, then continued in a more paternal tone, "You do
realize you will get at least a one game suspension for removing
your helmet.  You won't be able to even play with the midgets
until after we play our first game in the next round.  Those are
the rules."

Dave happily thanked the coach and said he had expected a
suspension.  After Mike moved back to the front of the bus, Ben
sat beside Dave.  He said, "The team is going to the Sportsman's
Club for a little party to celebrate the win.  You should come
with us."

Dave chuckled, "I'm only sixteen; I'll never get in the bar.  You
know the drinking age is nineteen."

Ben laughed, "Don't worry about it; Mike's brother owns the bar.
You'll be fine, just stay in the background and let us get your
drinks for you, okay?"

After the team arrived in Edwardton, Ben asked Dave if he needed
a drive.  Dave said he did but asked if Ben would stop at his
house to drop off his gear.  Ben agreed.

Dave entered the house and his parents were sitting on the couch
waiting for him.  He explained, "The team is going to a bar to
have a little party to celebrate the win.  Do you mind if I go?"

Carol started to say something but Roger gently took hold of her
arm and said, "Just don't drink too much.  If you need a drive,
call.  Don't ride with anyone who's been drinking."

Dave thanked them and hugged both of them before he left.

Dave's first experience in a bar was a real eye opener.  There
were a lot of young adults in various states of intoxication. 
Ben got Dave a beer and he sat down with the team.  Dave noticed
there were a lot of very pretty girls hanging off the players. 
Ricey had been sitting beside him but got up to go talk to a
striking blonde.

A beautiful black-haired girl sat down where Ricey had been
sitting and immediately snuggled into Dave.  She looked at him
with arched eyebrows and said, "I heard you played a great game
tonight, Dave."  She rubbed his left cheek, "I see you got a
little beauty mark."  Dave could feel a little twinge of pain as
she touched him; he had totally forgotten about the punches he
had gotten hit with.

The girl sat with Dave while he had a couple more beers but he
soon had to go to the washroom as the alcohol started to take
effect.  In the washroom he looked into the mirror and saw a red
welt below his left eye.  He smiled to himself as he thought,
"Beauty mark, eh?"

As Dave was leaving the washroom, Ricey walked up to him and
warned, "What ever you do, don't fuck that girl.  She is
beautiful but she has been around a lot and the rumor is she is
carrying some very nasty diseases."

Dave looked at the half-drunk Newfoundlander and replied, "Thanks
for the warning."

When he returned to his seat, the pretty girl was still there. 
She asked, "I have an apartment close to here; do you want to go
have some fun?"

Dave looked serious and replied, "You're sweet, but I can't.  I
have a steady girlfriend."

The girl seemed disappointed and eventually left.  Several of the
players sat with Dave and teased him about how his dick would be
falling off if he ever balled that girl.  Dave had a few more
beers and was feeling pretty drunk when the team started to
leave.  He was standing by the pay-phone ready to call his
parents when the owner of the bar walked up behind him.  Dave was
expecting he might have been in trouble but Gary, Mike's brother,
simply gave Dave a taxi chit and said, "Here's a chit for a taxi
ride home.  The owner of the team discretely gives them to me to
make sure his players get home safe.  Mike said you played a very
strong game for a call-up.  He said you remind him a lot of your
uncle Alan -- only you're better."

Dave thanked him, took the chit and the compliment, and left.

Dave arrived home at three in the morning.  He didn't enjoy the
spinning bed as he tried to get to sleep.  Eventually he dozed
off.

Dave slept late on Sunday.  He awoke just before lunch.  Dave's
head hurt most of the afternoon as he tried to shake off his
worst hangover ever.  When he looked in the mirror, he saw a
horrible sight - his little welt had turned to a nasty looking
black, purple, and yellow mess.

John called him later that night.  He had heard about Dave's big
game and had to drive over to see the infamous black eye.

That week at school passed quickly and Dave was surprised at how
many of the students wanted to hear all the details of the game.
His nasty looking eye was like a trophy and everyone wanted a
close look at it.  The coach of the Major midget team invited
Dave to practice with them and he was pleased to be on John's
team again.

By the middle of the week, even Katherine seemed to get more
friendly and, by the week's end, they were talking again like
friends, good friends but just friends.

On Friday, Dave went to the first game of the major midgets
playoffs as a spectator.  They were playing the other island team
in the best of five series to determine the provincial
representative.  The winner would go to the Atlantic tournament
which produced a single winner to go the national championships.
Dave had indeed received a one game suspension so he couldn't
play until after the Junior Eagles team had played one game. 
Luckily the Eagles were also playing that night, so he would be
eligible to play game two with the midgets, the next night.

The major midget Islanders lost four-two to their provincial
rivals in game one.  Dave and John went to McDonalds after the
game and Katherine was cuddling close to Dave as they talked to
friends.  Dave wasn't sure what was going on with her, especially
when she kissed him goodbye as he and John left early due to
their team curfew.  Before he left, Katherine pointedly asked
Dave if he would have a car the next night.  He said he would try
and get it.

The game the next night went much better.  Dave and John quickly
gelled into familiar playmakers and they combined for three goals
to lead the team to a six- three victory.  There was no game the
next day which meant no curfew.  Dave met John at McDonalds and
Katherine soon cuddled to his side, again.  He was glad to have
her friendly persona back but wasn't sure where it would all end.
 He felt better knowing she knew everything about Jennifer and
decided to see what would happen.

After spending an hour at McDonalds, Katherine asked to go for a
drive.  They drove around town for ten minutes then she asked to
go parking at the park.  They were kissing passionately when
Katherine pushed Dave's hands between her legs.  Dave was
surprised and at first was pleased with the new liberties he was
being allowed.  Katherine suddenly whispered, "Do you want me to
take my panties off?"

Dave could feel his dick getting hard but something seemed wrong
about all of this.  He pulled his hand away from Katherine's
crotch.  He put his hands on her chin, looked into her eyes, and
asked, "Why the sudden change of heart?"

A tear formed in her eye, "I thought that, maybe, if I made love
to you, you would fall in love with me and forget about
Jennifer."

Dave's heart broke again as he realized that Katherine was
willing to sacrifice her treasured cherry to keep him.  He didn't
know what to do but he did know he wasn't going to make love to
her under these circumstances.  He pulled her into his arms and
hugged her warmly as he thought about what to say.  Eventually he
whispered, "We agreed we would make love only when both of us
were ready.  We both know you're really not ready yet.  Making
love to me will not change how I feel about Jennifer."

Tears were running down Katherine's face, "What do I have to do
to earn your love?"

Dave held her close, "Nothing.  You have done everything you need
to do -- but still my heart belongs to Jennifer.  I think you
should try and find someone who deserves your love and can
reciprocate that love.  I wish that could be me, because I see
how incredibly special you are; but that's impossible right now."
 Dave kissed her cheek, "We should get out of here."

Katherine slowly moved back to her seat as he started the car. 
They drove around for a little longer but she soon asked him to
take her home.  Dave walked her to the door and kissed her
tenderly, "Good bye, Katherine."  She said goodnight and seemed a
bit confused as she entered her house.  Dave's rejection, soft
and measured -- but still a rejection of her offer -- had been
unexpected.  Her opinion of Dave rose when she thought about his
strong character and dropped when she thought about him turning
down her precious gift.

Dave and John continued to lead the Islanders to wins and the
team captured the Island major midget title in four games.  The
next tournament was the Atlantic Championships where the Island
team had to play against four teams: New Dominion, Newfoundland,
Nova Scotia and the host team Pictou County, Nova Scotia.

The Atlantic Championships were the last week in March.  The
Islanders traveled to Pictou County by bus on Tuesday.  The
scheduled games were New Dominion on Wednesday, Newfoundland and
Pictou County on Thursday, and Nova Scotia on Friday.  The top
four teams made a crossover on Saturday with first place playing
fourth place and second place playing third place.

Dave and John were playing as if they had played the entire
season together.  They anticipated each other's moves perfectly
and the third line-mate could have been a four year old and he
still would have scored.  Five times in the first three games,
John and Dave cycled the puck in the corner until one of them
found enough open ice to take the puck to the net.  Each time the
other winger, Rudy, was parked at the corner of the net and twice
he tapped perfect passes into a wide open net as the goalie was
caught out of position.

The Islanders won all three games by two and three goal margins
and John's line accounted for sixty percent of the team's goals.

In game four the opposing team was Nova Scotia, who were the
favorite going into the tournament.  The game was a hard-fought
battle and Nova Scotia squeaked out a four-three victory.  Dave
scored twice and John added another goal.

The cross-over was set and the Islanders had to play Newfoundland
while first place Nova Scotia played New Dominion in the other
game.

The Islanders took the play to Newfoundland and jumped to an
early four goal lead.  Dave and John combined for three of the
goals.

The final score was seven-one as the Islanders coasted to an easy
victory.  After the game, Dave was standing in the hallway
talking to his parents who had driven over for the weekend games.
 A stranger walked up to them and asked, "Are you Dave
MacDonald?"

Dave looked at him and explained, "Yes Sir, I am.  And these are
my parents, Carol and Roger MacDonald."

The stranger shook each hand, "My name is Arthur Stetson and I'm
a scout for the Boston College Hockey program.  I am confident
you are aware of our strong hockey program.  I am here looking
for third-year midget players for our program next year.  I
normally wouldn't consider a second-year player but I have talked
to my peers at Boston College and I have been given permission to
offer you a scholarship at prep school in Boston.  The
scholarship would be based on you playing the following year with
our collegiate team.  You have incredible talent and we would
like you to consider joining our program."

Dave looked at the gentleman with a surprised look.  He had never
imagined he would have scouts looking at him.  He and his parents
spoke to Arthur for ten minutes.  Arthur provided them with some
documentation on the school and the program and said he would get
back to them.

After Arthur left, Dave had a long talk with his parents who told
him not to get too excited about the offer because there was a
lot to think about before any decision could be made.  Roger also
mentioned that golf would likely have to take a backseat to
hockey if he chose to seriously pursue his hockey career at the
collegiate level.

Dave's excitement immediately subsided as he realized golf was
his true passion and he wasn't ready to make that sacrifice. 
Dave returned to the hotel with the team for supper.  The team
returned to the rink after eating to watch the other cross-over
game.  Nova Scotia won easily which set up a rematch, this time
for the championship, the next afternoon.

Dave and John noticed there were a lot of pretty girls hanging
around the rink during the week.  Both had been approached and
likely could have followed up on the numerous opportunities to
have some fun -- but the winner of the championship would go to
the nationals in Calgary, Alberta.  They didn't want to
jeopardize that.

After the second crossover game on Saturday, the team returned to
the hotel.  Dave and John were sharing a room, as usual, and both
went to bed early, to get a good rest.

The Championship game was another hard-fought battle.  John and
Dave played well and led the team to an early three-one lead only
to see Nova Scotia storm back in the third.  Nova Scotia scored
with five minutes left in the game to take a four-three lead.  In
the closing minutes, both teams had good chances to score but
with only thirty seconds left in the game Nova Scotia was still
leading by the same one goal lead.

Nova Scotia's goalie deflected Dave's hard wrist shot over the
glass with twenty-five seconds remaining in the game.  After the
whistle, the Islanders called a time out and the coach setup a
play that had the puck go to Dave on the point.  The Islander
goalie was taken out of the game for a sixth attacker.

After the thirty second time out, the Islanders lined up at the
face-off to the Nova Scotia goalie's right.  John was centre with
Ken Jackson in the left defense position while Dave was on the
right defense position.  The plan was to have John win the draw
back to Ken, who would pass the puck over to Dave on the opposite
point.  Dave would then take a slap shot on goal.  The
right-winger and the extra attacker would create traffic in front
of the net and hopefully Dave's shot would find a hole and either
go in directly or create a rebound for a forward to knock into
the net.

John won the draw cleanly, pulling the puck between his legs back
to Ken.  Ken smoothly slid the puck over to Dave who controlled
the puck and looked for an opening.  The left-winger moved to the
front of the net adding a third offensive player to crowd.  Dave
pulled his stick back and high above his head.  As he started his
downswing he saw John gliding towards the net from the far side.
Dave slowed his swing down, faking the slap shot as he slid a
hard pass over to a wide-open John.  John one-timed the pass
perfectly behind the goalie who was slow reacting to the sudden
change in direction.  The puck pierced the mesh as the red light
went on and the Islanders celebrated the tie score.

After a long and enthusiastic celebration by the Islanders, the
two teams lined up at center.  Dave skated over to John and
whispered, "There's still eighteen seconds left.  They look
shocked and disappointed by the goal.  Let's see if we can catch
them with their pants down.  Push the puck between the opposing
center's legs.  I'll bust away from my winger and see if I can
catch their defense flatfooted."

As the referee settled between John and the other center, Dave
stood beside his opposing winger nonchalantly, as if he was just
going to casually play out the last few seconds before the
overtime.  The referee dropped the puck and Dave surprised the
winger by bolting past him.  John had pushed the puck perfectly
through the center's legs.  One of the Nova Scotia defense moved
towards the puck but Dave beat him to it and quickly accelerated
around him and across the blue-line.

The other defenseman was skating hard towards Dave.  Dave knew
the rushing defenseman was the team captain and was the best
defenseman in the whole tournament.  Dave pretended to try to
continue skating straight in on net but just as the captain was
about to catch him and angle him to the corner, Dave stopped hard
and cut back towards the captain who couldn't react to the sudden
change in direction.  The captain skated right past Dave.

Dave then quickly accelerated again towards the net.  He was now
skating in on the goalie all alone.  He pulled the puck back to
the side of his body and with his shoulders, hands, and stick
faked a shot before he cut hard to his right.  The goalie froze,
expecting the shot but then tried to slide to his left as Dave
cut across in front of him.  Dave saw the goalie slide across and
knew his only hope was a high backhand shot.  He waited as long
as possible, to get in just the right position, then he roofed a
backhander under the crossbar and into the mesh on the top of the
net.

The red light went on as Dave threw his hands in the air.  John
and the other three Island players tackled Dave in the corner as
they celebrated the go ahead goal with four seconds left on the
clock.

The five Islander players eventually made their way to the bench
where a second shorter celebration ensued.

The referee stood at centre ice, blew his whistle and motioned
for the Islanders to take their positions.  Dave told John and
Rudy to make sure they tied up their opposing players after the
puck was dropped and not even to worry about where the puck went.
 The referee dropped the puck and the three Islander forwards
tied up the opposing forwards.  The puck got kicked to the
blue-line but didn't even get into the Islander zone before the
final horn sounded.

The Islanders' bench cleared as all the Islanders' skaters threw
their gloves and sticks in the air and raced to tackle Craig,
their goalie.  The celebratory scrum lasted five minutes before
the Islanders eventually moved to center ice to shake hands with
the very dejected Nova Scotia team.

After shaking hands, the two teams lined up on their respective
blue-lines to receive their medals.  Nova Scotia was presented
with silver medals while the Islanders cheered support.  Next,
each Island player was called forward and received his gold
medal.  The next award was the tournament MVP and Dave was very
pleased to hear his name called.  Dave skated forward and
received his trophy as the fans screamed their appreciation. 
Finally the Islanders' captain, Ken Jackson was called forward
and he received the Championship trophy which the entire
Islanders team then carried around the ice as the song "We Are
the Champions" blasted over the loudspeakers.

Dave and John hugged in celebration as they skated around the ice
with their team.  The team and coaches lined up for a picture
before they took their celebration to the dressing room.  In the
dressing room all the players and coaches congratulated each
other individually.  Finally the coach stood up on the bench and
yelled, "Okay, guys, listen up.  You all played a helluva game. 
Great come-from-behind win.  We have two weeks to get prepared
for Calgary.  We will be practicing four times a week.  Enjoy
tonight -- but be ready for practice on Tuesday."

When Dave eventually made his way out of the dressing room after
showering and changing, he was greeted by an onslaught of
reporters and other well-wishers.  He spoke to four reporters and
numerous friends and fans.  His parents congratulated him briefly
before they were gently pushed out of the way by more fans. 
Eventually Dave's coach pulled him onto the team bus.  Besides
the fans and reporters, Dave had talked with four more scouts. 
Two were from US colleges and two from major Junior A teams.  The
major Junior A league was one level above the Junior A team Dave
had played with previously.  Dave thanked all the scouts for
their interest and took their business cards.

The bus ride home took four hours which gave Dave time to relax
and reflect on an incredible week.  Dave was looking forward to
going west, again.  This time he would be competing on ice
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