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| {First HS playoff game} |
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| {vs. Park City 5-3} |
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| {Max + Markus + Hockey = Smiles} |
Radio on. Modern Beiber in the car. The young one buckled in back, bathed in sweat from hockey. He shook his fists in the air, like hollow maracas. Inside Walmart, he ate chips and Gatorade while I pushed the cart. A bag of chips, toilet paper, and deodorant. This after fluorescents, hockey, Max versus the Goalie. One goal after the other. Mind numbing instrumental music, jazzy, though not really and the late night zombie walk. Stories carried in a heart of gold and a familiar smile.
