[Raleigh's heart is going so fast in his chest, it's threatening to come up his throat and strangle him, and it's taking every bit of his will power to keep that in the back of his mind, to keep his focus on the game and on the puck and on his teammates.
There's a minute forty left, then a minute thirty... twenty... ten... the play gets stopped because of an off side call around a minute left in regulation that has him nearly growling in frustration because that wasn't off side are you blind ref. But he skates in to take the draw anyway, because he's surprisingly good at face offs for someone who used to only play defense. He's got another twenty, maybe thirty seconds before his line gets pulled in favor of someone else.
And if that doesn't work, then it's overtime and Raleigh-- does not want to go to overtime. Again for the fifth time in this series. He wants to end it now.
He bends down, waiting for the puck to drop and he wins the face off cleanly, sending the puck back to the point, back to Kaidanovsky, a big Russian bear of a defenseman, who passes the puck off to Hansen. Raleigh drifts towards the net, the puck moves between his teammates a couple of times before Chuck takes the shot, it gets blocked by the goalie but the goalie gives up a rebound and Raleigh's right there to take it and--
-- it goes in.
Twenty nine seconds left in the game and he just scored. Raleigh feels like he might faint, like he could just pass out on the ice right now, here's his gloves and his stick count him out. He's down for the count, he's shaking so bad that he nearly does fall over when Kaidanovsky skates into him for a hug and Hansen's there too and the whole arena is screaming because they're at home and Raleigh Becket, the former defenseman that everyone wrote off came back to the game and he just won them the Stanley cup.
The last half minute of the game, Raleigh's out there again, even though it just feels like a formality. The other team is too stunned to do anything, to make a play happen and get another goal to tie it up and when that final horn sounds-- Raleigh does finally drop his gloves, throws them off and he could get care less about his stick because they won. They did it.
That's for you, Yance, he thinks, fingers pointed towards the sky as the rest of the team circles around him, one giant mass of players and coaches hugging.]
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There's a minute forty left, then a minute thirty... twenty... ten... the play gets stopped because of an off side call around a minute left in regulation that has him nearly growling in frustration because that wasn't off side are you blind ref. But he skates in to take the draw anyway, because he's surprisingly good at face offs for someone who used to only play defense. He's got another twenty, maybe thirty seconds before his line gets pulled in favor of someone else.
And if that doesn't work, then it's overtime and Raleigh-- does not want to go to overtime. Again for the fifth time in this series. He wants to end it now.
He bends down, waiting for the puck to drop and he wins the face off cleanly, sending the puck back to the point, back to Kaidanovsky, a big Russian bear of a defenseman, who passes the puck off to Hansen. Raleigh drifts towards the net, the puck moves between his teammates a couple of times before Chuck takes the shot, it gets blocked by the goalie but the goalie gives up a rebound and Raleigh's right there to take it and--
-- it goes in.
Twenty nine seconds left in the game and he just scored. Raleigh feels like he might faint, like he could just pass out on the ice right now, here's his gloves and his stick count him out. He's down for the count, he's shaking so bad that he nearly does fall over when Kaidanovsky skates into him for a hug and Hansen's there too and the whole arena is screaming because they're at home and Raleigh Becket, the former defenseman that everyone wrote off came back to the game and he just won them the Stanley cup.
The last half minute of the game, Raleigh's out there again, even though it just feels like a formality. The other team is too stunned to do anything, to make a play happen and get another goal to tie it up and when that final horn sounds-- Raleigh does finally drop his gloves, throws them off and he could get care less about his stick because they won. They did it.
That's for you, Yance, he thinks, fingers pointed towards the sky as the rest of the team circles around him, one giant mass of players and coaches hugging.]