I’m pounding and kicking him and I’m all me and I’m kicking and kicking into the face that’s crying and begging for mercy, kicking, kicking... only for real, for cold ice real, it’s not my foot smashing his face to a pulp, but my stick smashing the puck into the board, and it’s not him crying, but me.
-Jerry Spinelli
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