Boots gets ready to block a shot and gets down low. It bounces off of him and end up off the boards and in the neutral zone. His team is deep in their own end and Boots sees an opportunity. With fresh legs after just having starting his shift, Boots accelerates quickly and dashes towards the puck and gets it on his stick. He looks back to see the previous shooter on his tail but trips over the blue line while trying to scramble himself to chase Boots. This was it, the rare Defender on a breakaway, Boots was already thinking about what corner to pick and sizing up the goalie before PWEEEEET. 

Dirty Boots; Two minutes for Tripping!

WHAT

Boots skates over to the Ref making the call. "Gordo that call is bullshit and you know it! How am i able to trip a guy who's five feet behind me!"

Boots has had a beer or two with Gordo before. Off ice their kids have played together and Boots knows he's a right on guy but on the ice he takes things very seriously. As Boots heads to the box he yells at the ref to check the video footage or something, that was a clear goal just waiting to happen.
"You owe me a beer Gordo! And a goal! I'm not happy!"
After two minutes passes, the ref makes his way over to Boots and tells him it was too late to take it back, the call was made and from his angle it looked like a trip. Boots taps him on the shins with his stick and nods. "You're lucky we didn't get scored on. Call one on them now so we can get that opportunity back. I'll see you outside after the game."

Boots would see Gordo outside after the game. At the bar. He would get his beer he was owed.