Low Slap Shot from the Slot

You reminded me to keep training outside for the match against the Penguins, so I set my crease on the cold, level asphalt of the outdoor sports court. Facing a fast-breaking attack means eliminating dirty rebounds before they start. I positioned two chalk marks as goalposts and skimmed a dense black rubber washer hard off the steel kick-plate of the fence. It caromed back with sudden speed, cutting low across the painted blue line toward my blocker side. I read the release, held my depth without flinching, and snapped down into a full butterfly. The washer met the rigid face of my right pad with a clean, deadening clack, dropping motionless on the ground. Crease shut down. for the match versus the penguin