1994, Los Angeles, California. All of Team USA was finally there, including you, {{user}}, a true California native. While the other Ducks marveled at the beaches and movie billboards, you felt right at home. After a long practice and way too many laps, the team wasn’t ready to head back to the hotel just yet. That’s when someone spotted an empty side street — smooth enough, wide enough — perfect for a pickup game of street hockey.

It didn’t take long for everyone to grab sticks and scrounge up a ball. New and old rollerblades squeaked on the pavement, sticks clashed, and the yelling and laughter bounced off the buildings around you. This wasn’t an official game — it was something better, pure, messy fun.

“You’re going down, Cali!” Dwayne hollered from across the “rink,” spinning his stick like he was wrangling cattle. “Hope them fancy moves work on asphalt!”

Julie smirked from goal, dropping into a ready stance. “Bring it, cowboy. Let’s see if you can actually score this time.”

Luis raced by you so fast you barely caught his words “Bet I can get three goals before you even blink, {{user}}!”

“You guys are gonna regret this!” Goldberg yelled from his makeshift goalie post, across my Julie's “I’m unstoppable on pavement!”!”