This is my neck - the result of a hard rising slapshot from the top of the circle that I had come out hard on to cut down the angle. We were already losing - badly - as most of my team decided to show up for last nights game (our last game prior to the Christmas break) drunk, or stoned, or both.
Scary feeling to have your neck go numb - but after a five minute rest looking up at the rafters through a ring of players whispering about my new purple friend - and the offer to call the game as it was already way out of reach - I stepped back between the pipes. The very next shot went dead center between my eyes. Fuck it, I made two saves!
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