LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.

The rink was empty except after a rigorous practice with the team. Except for the hum of the cooling system and the faint echo of my skates against the boards,  practice ended twenty minutes ago.

The second Coach blew the whistle, signaling the end of a hard afternoon in the freezing rink, most of the guys bolted for showers without wasting a second, and some escaped for their weekend plans. I stayed behind, working the puck until my shoulders burned and ...