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"Let’s go win this, boys!" Miles yells, slapping my helmet.

"Woo-hoo!" Alfred, our goalie, answers, punching the air with his stick.

I laugh, my pulse racing hard.

It's our first competitive game of the season, and the grey rubber-covered walls of the player tunnel are vibrating from our energy.

Display cases showcasing the team’s sticks, jerseys, and trophies run from one end to the other.

A banner of our logo hangs on the far side too, large enough to show the ...