goal.â
âCost us the game.â
âIt was a best-of-seven series for Christâs sake, Cam.â
âCost us home ice.â
âThink of all the saves I made.â
âThat goal was like letting in a sectional sofa.â
âIâll get even, Cam. Paybackâs a bitch, babe.â
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Cam was joking but heâd made a point. Itâs harder to be a good good-team goalie than a good bad-team goalie. A good bad-team goalie knows heâs going to get a lot of shotsâa lot of chances to be a starâand his team isnât expected to win, so thereâs less pressure. All a good bad-team goalie has to do is keep it close, and because what a goalie does is so obvious to fans, heâs a hero. Itâs different on contending teams like ours. Thereâs more pressure because thereâs more at stake. The job isnât about making forty saves a game. Itâs about making the two or three saves that make winning possible. Goaltending for a good team is less about being a star than about overcoming fear, injury, fatigue, sickness, circumstance, and other peopleâs mistakes to do what needs to be done when it needs to be done. Not some of the time. All of the time.
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We beat the Rangers 5â1 Thursday night. It was a typical preseason game. I didnât recognize half of the Rangers players because they were all minor leaguers auditioning for jobs. Most of them would end up back in the AHL. But the game meant more than most exhibitions because part of the proceeds went to the Lake Champlain Medical Center, where private donations were funding one of those hostels where parents can stay while their kids are being treated.
There mustâve been a lot of Vermont fans in the building, because Cam and I got cheered every time we touched the puck even though the Rangers were supposed to be the home team. Cam scored one of his rare goalsâslapshot from the right point that dinged in off of the crossbarâand the fans chanted, âGo, Cats, Go.â The college atmosphere made me think of the great times Iâd had playing in Burlington. A minute later I blew the shutout by giving up a sixty-footer. It was embarrassing. The first thing you want to do is smash your stick over the crossbar, partly to let out the frustration and partly as a cheap way of publicly apologizing for your gaffe. But Iâd learned not to do that. I learned it the same way I learned everything else I knew about goaltendingâthe hard way. It was mostly Chantal Lewisâs fault. Chantal and I were freshmen at St. Dominicâs High School. She was a cheerleader. I was the JV goalie. I thought she was prettier than a five-goal lead, which is the main reason I never got up the nerve to talk to her. She used to show up for the third period of some of our games because the varsity played the next game and she was dating a sophomore defenseman. Chantal Lewis was worth a goal a game to the opposition any time I knew she was in the rink. And knowing she was there wasnât hard, because only a dozen or so people came to JV games. Take Chantal Lewis out of my high school and I wouldâve had a better goals-allowed average and more than one college scholarship offer. It was a Saturday in February when I went out for the third period and saw Chantal and her cheerleader friends sitting in the stands behind my goal. We had a one-goal lead at the time but not for long because in the first minute I let in a shot that skidded under the stick blade that I should have had on the ice. Embarrassed and frustrated I smashed my goal stick over the crossbar. Right away our coach pulled me out.
âGrab some pine,â he said as I took a seat on the end of the bench and watched our backup goalie playâand play wellâin a game weâd go on to win 4â2.
âYou know why I pulled you?â Coach asked me after the
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