12 seconds left in the game, we're winning 4-3, and my brother (who was in town and asked to play) had the puck just inside our blue line. You'd figure that some one who played "AA" hockey would think, dump it down the ice, right?
NO!
Tries to stickhandle at the blueline, coughs it up (last man back of course), and
their guy fires it from the top of the faceoff circle, and it squeaks in off the post. Great shot, not a chance on it.
My brother turns back in and looks at me and says,
"Why didn't you stop that?"
I could have cheerfully strangled him.
I didn't, cause my ma would have killed me.