Ron

With only thirty secconds left I look at the scoreboard, Wake Forest 3 Sanderson 4, we are down by a single goal. As I look back, I hear Justin call my name just before he passes me the puck. I glance over at the opposing teams goaly and notice he doesn't realize who has the puck. "I' got this!" I say to mysel as I glide towards my goal. As my heart races, I can feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, the sweat rolling down my face is as cool as the ice I skate on. In an instant Sandersons heftiest defender has his sights fixed on me, he charges in my direction like a lion charges at it's prey. Just before the miniture brickwall and i collide, Justin cuts in front of me and takes the neanderthals blow. Realizing that my wingman just sacrificed himself, so I could continue my persuit to victory, I race towards the goal with a new fire in my eye."This is for justin", I say as I square up with the goal and prepare to strike the puck. I see the fear in the goaly"s eyes as i attack the puck and it soars in his direction. Two seconds are left on the clock, the puck is flying straight for it's target,when a small gust of wind created from the collision between justin and his enemy throws the puck off coarse. the puck hits a hard left, and i can see the goaly"s seigh of relief in the cool air. The buzzer sounds, I can't believe it, final score Wake forest 3 sanderson 4.