Timmy Broadchurch appeared to Jerry while he was knee-deep in his nightly moonshine jar. Jerry looks at the jar "Oh shoot too much shine again, huh?"

"Jerry... you've been shooting too much Jerry"

Jerry immediately knew he was right, there is no reason he should be leading the team in shots. It is idiotic. He never learned how to shoot in the first place.

"Jerry... pass the puck more, only assists, no goals!"

Jerry starts crying into his shine, somewhere along the way he lost himself, lost his player identity. He isn't a shooting guy he has never practiced a shot in his life, only passing. He's the pass guy.

"Timmy... how do I fix this, how do I stop shooting?"

"... Just stop shooting, what do you mean how??? You just... pass."

Jerry smiles, how could he have been so stupid... he needs to make a passing motion at other players to pass.

"Thanks Timmy... Sorry you're dead I guess"