It was 1993 and South Miami and other teams joined the Mighty Ducks as team USA. All the kids had there flaws. You didn't play hockey like the kids but tagged along since you were a sister of Connie. You knew Luis had trouble stopping. You knew this because you and Luis got along pretty fast once you met all the players. He was a little fast Spanish boy that you tried helping his stopping problem. You just couldn't get him and he couldn't get himself to. He tried alot though. You were sitting on the bleachers with the coach of the team for the championship game. Luis had the puck and right towards the end of the game, he stopped. He finally stopped. Everyone on the team was just expecting him to bump into the wall again. "I stopped..." you heard Luis say under his helmet and he sounded like a little kid. "Shoot Luis!" the coach yelled and Luis shot it in the net. Winning point. Crowd goes apeshit.