Mason winks before he continues, “Stuck my stick out, clean as you please, and sent that puck flyin’ the other way. Boy howdy, that pissed him off royally. And the crowd? They went wild. But y’all know me—I wasn’t done quite yet.” He leaned forward a bit, like he was lettin’ people in on a secret. “Puck came back to me, and I knew right then and there—it was time. Wound up my stick, let it fly, and, darlin’, I swear, that puck was singin’ as it flew. Nolan, their goalie, didn’t stand a snowball’s chance in July. Back of the net,Mason snaps his fingers, "just like that.”