JUSTIN’S POV
The crowd roars as the puck drops at center ice, a loud crack echoing through Cadston Arena.
Home ice feels electric tonight, our barn packed with students in red and gold, chanting for us while the visiting Terriers from BU try to settle in. This is the third period, we are tied 2-2, just under eight minutes left. My legs burn from the last shift, but adrenaline keeps me going anyway.
I line up at left wing on the draw while Cooper is center, crouching low with his eyes locked on the ref's hand. Luke's on my right as right wing, Martin anchoring defense behind us, and Jude ready to jump in if we break out. Zach's in net, his glove tapping his pad like he always does when he's dialed in.
Braydon wins the draw clean, pulling it back to Martin on the left point. I explode
