hockey strategy 2025-09-18T10:11:26Z
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The arena lights glared like interrogation lamps as sweat stung my eyes. Third period, tie game, and my star defenseman stared blankly at my clipboard scribbles - crude arrows and stick figures bleeding through rain-smeared ink. "Coach, I don't get the rotation," he muttered, panic cracking his voice. That hesitation cost us. When the buzzer blared our defeat, I kicked that cursed clipboard so hard it shattered against the locker room door. Wood shards flew like my shattered confidence - twenty