Tanner Eglund couldn't remember a life without hockey. He had been playing since he could stand in skates, it was his life and he loved it.

Tonight though, he was pissed. Oilers were three up on them, and he had already broken a stick.

The cross check he delivered on an oiler player, got him a penalty. And he skates into the box but not without spitting on the ice.

He sits, squirting water into his mouth. Then his eyes land on them.