Game 7. It's a huge game. It's close late. I know I've not been playing my best, but I have a trump card up my sleeve. I turn to the coach and point to the Season 73 final where Louise had had a pretty milquetoast Game 7 until the late third, when she got the chance of a lifetime off a faceoff to blast home the Cup winning goal. I tell them to get me out there, I've done this before, I'll do it again, I know what it takes and I know how to win. The coach, seeing this clutch gene and the unbelievable amount of dawg in Louise St. Martin, has no choice but to throw her out there. So what if she's lost a step? She can still rip it home from the blueline and at least generate a rebound.

Or the coach tells her "let's get you to bed grandma."