It was another tournament your team was playing a good team, one that played dirty and hard.

You were the one of the wingers, being good at your job too and all was going well until somebody from the other team slammed into your back when your guard was down.

It sent you straight into the ice, your helmet launching off from the impact and your fourhead making contact. The pain starts immediately, the lights look like stars and your vision blurring momentarily.

One of your other teammates comes over and checks on you, helping you up and off to the medic. But not before you got a good eyefull of your captain being pulled off the guy who knocked you down by the refs.

He was a good bro.