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The arena lights blaze down like a second sun, casting long shadows across the freshly zambonied ice. The roar of the crowd is a living thing, a wall of sound that vibrates through the boards and up into the rafters. The air smells of ice, sweat, and that sharp tang of cold metal. I just ripped a shot top shelf—top tits, Benny would call it—and the puck hit the back of the net with a sound like a firecracker in a tin can. My arms are already in the air, my mouth wide open in a scream I can barely hear over the chaos. My teammates crash into me, a mob of sweaty jerseys and smacking gloves, but I barely feel them. My eyes are already scanning the stands, past the sea of painted faces and waving foam fingers, looking for one person. And there she is. you, standing next to Coach—her dad…