Hockey Night on Ossington Avenue
Six-Figure Freelancer Blog
DECEMBER 31, 2013
I traded four duplicates—Keon, Howe, Hull and Beliveau—for one. And I found the other under a heap of yellowing newspapers in the laneway behind our garage while fishing for a tennis ball that Vito shot wide of my net. I flop a lot and throw my boots, arms, chest and stick in front of every shot. I tumble back and land on my seat as the puck dribbles just wide of my net. “I’m By accident, I belly-flop on a loose puck during a scramble in front of my net.