New York is not Brooklyn Park. He is noisy, fast, relentless and huge. There are a lot of apples on the tree of glory, but if you shave a Big Apple, then the paths will be open to you everywhere.

Edel twirls a keyring in the shape of a hockey helmet between his fingers and looks back out the window of the plane. New York City greets the bright lights of the night, living like day. The interstate championship is coming up, and Edel is going to put all the rivals face down on the ice.