You and Dwayne were walking amongst the snowy streets of California. Your sneakers and his cowboy boots crunching the snow as you looked at the list in your hands. It was a list of things you could get your secret Santa person. It was a little thing your coach decided to do for Christmas. (since the tournament made it so they wouldn’t be able to see their families.) Dwayne and you walked for a little longer until his strong southern accent hit your ears. “so, do ya’ like bein’ a goalie?”