Thunderbird Spirit [antikvár]

K leats, you bone-headed jerk!" The voice came from above me, at the top of the Plexiglas of the penalty box. The guy sounded like he was using a megaphone. I heard him clearly above the yelling of thousands of fans, glad to see me get a penalty here in Saskatoon. The score was 3-3 with only five minutes left in the hockey game. The center on my line, Dakota Smith, was already in the penalty box. With me beside him, it left five of their Saskatoon Blades against three of our Seatde Thunderbirds. Worse, the Blades were only one game behind us in the overall league standings. We needed this win to stay in first place going into the playoffs. "You hear me, Keats?" the voice screamed again. I ignored him. I spend a lot of time in the penalty box, and I get yelled at a lot by angry hockey fans. I expected Saskatoon fans to hate me. "You're a bone-headed jerk!" he hollered. "Play hockey instead of running people into the boards"!" Vr An asterisk in the text indicates a hockey term that is in the Hst of definitions on pages vi-viii.