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As a hockey player at a high level, one of the things that gets talked about a lot is trusting your instincts and skills, especially in critical moments. It doesn't get much more critical than this, does it? Game 7, down a goal with 2 minutes flat on the clock in the 3rd period. It's the hockey version of the bottom of the 9th, 2 outs. Only problem here is that the bases aren't loaded. The other team has had LAP's number all night, especially the big scorers like Adam Prpich and Reed Kobo. For Oliver Castillon, though, the night has been relatively easy. Sure, he's pretty sure somebody tried to break his wrist earlier, and that boarding call had him sitting in concussion protocol through the 1st intermission, but he hasn't taken nearly as many lumps as some of the others.

They're on a TV timeout. The coaches are discussing what to do. Looking down the bench, it occurs to Oliver that he might have the most gas left in the tank.
"Coach", he calls. His voice warbles a little, under the nerves and exhaustion (because, make no mistake, he's still going to fall asleep in front of his locker after this while waiting for the team bus). He feels more than sees their coach lean over his shoulder, listening to him. It's a trust that all of them are bolstered by at different times.
"I can do it. Second line, we can do it."
"Yeah?"
"We can get tied. Put me in the middle and I can get us tied."
"Okay," Coach says, thumping a hand on Oliver's shoulder and rising to call out. Oliver heaves himself over the boards with his linemates and lines up for the face-off. The puck drops in slow motion and Oliver knocks it over to his right in a fluid motion. Then it's off to the races. Pass Forfeit and Jonas Salat are their defenders for this shift, and Jonas is carrying the puck. After crossing the blue line, he drops it to Derek Martin, who takes it to the left circle before passing back to Axel Kirby. Oliver slides in carefully in front of the net, immediately being jostled by the defenders. He lets it happen, sliding back just a touch, getting just a little bit of room. Derek has the puck again and rifles a shot in toward the net. Deflected! But maybe that had been part of the plan, Oliver thinks as he steps in and finds the puck before the goalie can trap it. With hardly a spare thought, he follows the puck all the way into the right corner of the goal, one of the defenders taking him out at the knees along the way. The buzzer sounds, and with 1:24 on the clock, the game is tied 4-4.
"Good show, Casty!" Pass says picking him up and dusting the ice off his shoulders.

The real show is just beginning.