Usually green is the color of envy, but based on what the salesman told Strom, it would impeccably help out with his overall mental toughness, sending it through the roof.  So hesitantly, he ingested it along with his daily multi-vitamin and went to sleep.  He woke the next day and everything just seemed...bigger.  His bed, his clothes, everything.  It wasn't until he was standing eye-level with the bathroom vanity that it sank in.  "What the hell!  I've shrank!".

Panicked, he called his friend Magnus (@roastpuff).  "Dude!  I'm like three feet tall!".  When the two were on Winnipeg together, Strom had played a few prank calls on Magnus and at one time taped a rubber spider in his friends locker, so it wasn't shocking at all when he was brushed off for drinking too much of "the punch" the night before.

He went on though to the morning skate where he was first stopped by security at the gate:  "Sorry kid, players only".  It only got weirder after he was able to convince the guard to let him in, once he hit the locker-room and snuck into his dressing area.  The pads swallowed him hole and his arms barely fit out of the sweater to hold onto the stick.  As he poked his head out of the top of the sweater, he caught a glimpse of Michael Fitted, who also caught a glimpse back.  "Whoa, I didn't know it was bring your kid to skate day! Where's Strom?  His kid looks hilarious in his pads".

How the heck would Strom explain this and let his team-mates know it was him.  More importantly, how long was this going to last?  Only the mysterious salesman would know as the season loomed on the horizon...and the 6'2 veteran goaltender was now...merely half of a wall.