The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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 I met a janitor originally from Ohio who wished for his name and school of origin to remain anonymous. He did inform me of this event, however: a grade school hockey game. Apparently they lost in their next game, but he stated that everything about the event (the build up, the tension, and the finish) all made this his favorite childhood memory.

I can feel my heart pound at increasingly faster speeds, sending shockwaves from my chest to my legs, arms, and my skull. I wish I could go out and help, not just stand here and watch my team on the other side, but that's my job as a goalie. In a game like hockey, the wave of players shift from one side of the ice to the other as quick you can snap your fingers, or at least that’s the way it seems when the game is as important as it is now. Winning this could mean that we could advance into our local division’s championship, a first for my grade school in many years.

As each second passes, the tide of teammates and rival players shift and collide, threatening to advance over to my net, but it’s never close enough. My team has a one point lead with a 3-2 score, and my teammates have being doing an excellent job of keeping the pressure up and moving the puck around to keep it away from me. I’ve got one eye on the action and one eye on the time on the scoreboard, but my concentration breaks to once again greet my parents and my granddad with my eyes, and I give them a quick nod of the head and a smile, a sign that I acknowledge their cheering and clapping support.

They distract me for longer then I realize however, and as soon as I turn my head to check the game, the buzzer sounds loud and clear. My mental chain to the goal is now broken, and I rush to hug my teammates, screaming and cheering about their well fought victory.  

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Hockey Rink Somewhere in Ohio

I met a janitor originally from Ohio who wished for his name and school of origin to remain anonymous. He did inform me of this event, however: a grade school hockey game. Apparently they lost in their next game, but he stated that everything about the event (the build up, the tension, and the finish) all made this his favorite childhood memory.

Decade: 1990s
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Recorded by Patrick O'reilly on December 4, 2014
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