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My Sidney Crosby Moment

That's what I'm jokingly calling it. I don't have a thousandth (or perhaps a millionth, but who can measure such things?) of the hockey talent Sidney Crosby's got, but I scored the overtime game-winning goal in a 4-3 championship game, just like Crosby did at the Winter Olympics, and it feels good.

The game was played two nights ago. Matt wristed a shot in to make the game 1-0. They tied it up on a bad giveaway to make it 1-1. Paul, Matt, and I entered the zone and Paul won the puck behind their net against a guy - a great play - and pushed the puck to Matt. He pushed it through the crease and I one-timed it home beneath their goalie to put us back up 2-1 to start the third.

The rest of the third was hectic. The other team would score the next two goals to take a 3-2 lead. With only minutes remaining, Ryan tied the game back up.

In OT, we went down a man as Shannon took our only penalty of the night. I hopped on for the second half of a 4-on-3 penalty kill. Matt took the puck out of the zone and I resigned myself to busting tail to get back in the zone - I felt guilty joining "the rush" ((Can you call two people skating a "rush?")) - but when Matt wristed a shot off the goalie's far pad, and the puck slid out to me with a wide open net in front of me, all I had to do was guide the puck in. Anyone could have done it, but I suppose there's a little to be said for being in the right position at the right time. And some luck, too.

Game over. Tungsten Blades win the D Cup.

So for two seconds, I knew what it felt like to be Sidney Crosby. Okay, maybe a second and a half.