By the second quarter of the game on Friday night, we were
winning 0 — 0. That is, Davey Johnson and I were getting
ready to score a goal. The crowd were screaming for blood
- or a goal. I always feel that it's my job to give them both
these things. I didn't look up at Jenny once, but I hoped she
was watching me.
I got the puck and started off across the ice. Davey
Johnson was there on my left, but I didn't pass the puck to
him. I wanted to score this goal myself. But before I could
shoot, two big Dartmouth men were after me. In a moment
we were hitting the puck and each other as hard as we could.