Hockey Night on Ossington Avenue
Six-Figure Freelancer Blog
APRIL 10, 2017
I flop a lot and throw my boots, arms, chest and stick in front of every shot. Vito wins the face-off and passes the puck to Alex, who feeds a player breaking down left wing. Peter gets the puck and doodles around several of our players before passing it to Ernst, who breaks in on right wing. By accident, I belly-flop on a loose puck during a scramble in front of my net. Vito’s whisper rouses me from my dream.