A bead of sweat drips down from my thumb. Even though my hands want to tremble, they cannot. They rest as they are. I watch for the perfect opportunity; looking for a way to reach my target as quickly as I can. My eyes scan the scene for anyone in my way. My finger wants to pull the trigger, but I do not. Patience. My finger sits there stationary. At last, I pass the last line of defense, and my target is in sight. I aim, and I squeeze the trigger. . .
GOAL! Pinkston gets the hat trick. Third goal of the night, as the puck ended up top corner missing the goaltender’s glove by inches. I raise my hands in excitement, holding the xbox controller in the right one. Thank goodness for hockey, and thank goodness for NHL 2011.