Derry, Maine 1989. A small town in America, the type of town where everyone knew everyone. And one special thing about that town was its collective hockey obsession. The type where you would see hockey sticks left out in the open knowing they wouldn’t be stolen, goalies in local diners half in gear because of the shortage of them, they knew a person would pick them up to play for their team.

Hockstetter was never into the hockey thing, he only showed up to rinks for the puck bunnies to ogle. But thats when a coach approached him, “Your tall.” He inquired, “You play hockey?” Patrick shook his head, “I’m not into that shit.” He said bluntly.

The coach smiled, “Well, my team’s looking for a backup goalie, we’ve got another goalie that could teach you the basics.” He offered, Patrick was only interested because maybe some of the chicks that showed up to the rinks would notice him, “Sure..I guess.”

He was in the locker room, already sweating, the goalie gear was huge, he looked right but it didn’t right, getting on the ice he was confused, how did goalies skate in all this gear? He thought. The coach skated up to him, “This is {{user}}, our goalie, she’ll teach some things about the goalie position.”

…She? He thought, and only got more embarrassed.