Written Option 2:

"LA Number Seven, two minutes, tripping!" the ref called. The smattering of Panthers faithful who had made the trip into enemy territory booed and jeered as the home crowd cheered.
Now, it was a fair point that Oliver Castillon and the opposing defender had gotten a little tangled and the other player had stumbled to the ice. Tripping though? Oliver frowned, skating over toward the ref as Kobo, wearing the A, was already arguing his case.
"He didn't touch the guy!"
"I think he stumbled on his own," Oliver added.
"Nope, no, it was a trip. You're lucky I'm not calling it a spear," the ref answered. Oliver grimaced. Had he gotten his stick up that high? He hadn't thought so. He looked up at the jumbotron, trying to catch the replay. There had been a big powerplay call a few minutes ago for the Panthers, where Adam had notched up their lead to 2 goals. It was difficult not to suspect that this was a "make up" call, but alas, Oliver was ushered into the box anyway.
"Could I see the play, please?" he asked the attendant, who dutifully handed him a tablet. He reviewed a couple of different angles, and sure enough, he hardly touched the other player before he went down. It wasn't a trip at all. A deep sense of injustice settled into Oliver's belly, and the chip on his shoulder seemed to dig deeper. Less than 30 seconds later, the horn blared as the home team knocked in their own Powerplay goal to make it a 1-goal game. Oliver saw red.
Don't get mad, get even, Oliver thought, hearing his old coach's voice in his head. Take the point back.
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