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FLASHBACK
The cold Minnesota air nipped at my face while I was outside for my hockey practice. It wasn't much of a practice, considering the fact my team has no idea how to play hockey, and we also had no coach. My twin brother, Charlie, and I took turns shooting pucks at our so called goalie named Goldberg.
"Hey! Watch it! You almost hit me that time!" Goldberg exclaimed, baffled at the fact we would even think of shooting pucks at the goalie.
"Goldberg, you're the goalie. It's supposed to hit you!" My twin yelled back at him.
"Does that sound stupid to anyone else?" Goldberg asked, expecting someone to back him up.
"Not to anyone who actually knows how the sport of hockey works." I said and purposefully hit a puck hard enough at him so he would fall over.
We then continued to do our own thing, but we were stopped by a limo driving onto the ice. We all skated over to where the car had parked and shared a confused look. A man in a suit got out of the car and stood in front of us. None of us knew how to react, so Jesse decided to take matters into his own hands.
"Yo, dude. You obviously in the wrong hood. This is my domain. This is a drug free zone, you understand? We ain't buying nothing. I'm feeling generous today, so I'm gonna let you get your sorry vanilla booty outta here before we be using your eyeballs as hockey pucks." He said, finishing his threat confidently.
"Thanks, bro. But, I'm not going home till I take care of business." The man says and reaches into his jacket.
"He's got a gun! Stand back!" Numerous voices yelled as we all stood back and panicked, but he pulled out a piece of paper instead.
"District five, I'm Gordon Bombay. The new hockey coach." The man spook.
We all started to laugh, "yeah, right!"
"What a joke!"
"Afraid so, dude. I got the roaster right here. Averman, Dave; Conway, Charlie; Julia, Conway; Hall, Terry. Here's the long and the short of it, I hate hockey and I don't like kids." Our new coach said.
"Cute pep talk." I remarked.
"I'm sure this'll be a real bonding experience. Maybe one of you will even write a book about it in jail. Is there a goalie?"
"Only for a little while. I'm moving back to Philly." Goldberg answered.
"Thank you for sharing that." Bombay sarcastically replied.
