[Dion]

Originally Posted by Insufficient Funds

Quote:
"It's the last minute of game 7 of the Stanley Cup final. Everything is on the line. I'm on a breakaway. I lock eyes with the goalie. Shoot. Score. Horn. I did it. Sam Bennet skates over. "good shooting kid, you sure got the puck in deep". I smile shyly. "thanks" I reply, blushing. Sam Bennet tenderly removes my helmet and brushes my sweaty hair off my forehead. We lock eyes. His moustache quivers as if in anticipation. We both lean in. How will his moustache feel on my lips? I can't hold back anymore."


Oh my. The tension is palpable.