Dominick
The audience in Edmonton Oilers Arena roared when I scored in the sudden death overtime. As the audience raised their hands, shouting of The Wolverines’ win, the marching band drummers beat their drums hard and the trumpeters blew their wind instrument mightily. The noise filled the entire indoor arena. It was really loud.
My family, Aria and her friends rose from their seats, clapping and cheering for our success. Their happy smiles tore their lips. The Urban Coyotes, the opposing team, congratulated us. But everything seemed to go into a sudden standstill, I realized, after shaking hands with my center forward counterpart.
The noise suddenly stopped. It was deafeningly quiet. Eerie even. Ev
