Slap Shod

The blond-haired guy with “Washburn” on his letter jacket slipped a pass to me and broke for the net. I sidestepped a 10-year-old, came face-to-face with “Red Jacket” and slid the puck toward a swath of blue going my way down center ice. It was a mistake. The pass went to “Blue Sweatshirt,” one of […]