Retribution on Ice
By Jack Rowles
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After a controversial play and a blown referees call costs their team the Stanley Cup, three pathologically obsessed fans determine that justice must be served. They are a trio of unmotivated twenty-something slackers with no particular ambitions in life. On a sunny afternoon while mourning their loss and nursing their hangovers an idea begins to form. Whats the best thing to do when something precious is stolen from you? Maybe you should steal it back.
Jack Rowles
Jack Rowles is a prairie writer with a perfectly adequate day job. A graduate of one of the flatland universities, he got a C in English 101. Previously, his works, if you can call cranky letters to the editor works, have been published in local and national newspapers. Other than that, his CV is so thin that it was difficult to find enough material to fill even this profile. This is his first attempt at material longer than a few paragraphs.
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Retribution on Ice - Jack Rowles
2015 Jack Rowles. All rights reserved.
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Published by AuthorHouse 10/27/2015
ISBN: 978-1-5049-5422-8 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-5049-5421-1 (e)
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Contents
Chapter 1 The Thick Blue Line
Chapter 2 Clear the Benches
Chapter 3 The Great Canadian Kumbaya
Chapter 4 Vengeance Is a Dish Best Served Frozen
Chapter 5 Operation Silver Justice
Chapter 6 The Neutral-Zone Trap
Chapter 7 Rebels without a Clue
Chapter 8 The Merde hits the Ventilateur
Chapter 9 Sudden Death
Chapter 10 Silent Night, Holy Grail
To Trixie and the twins…
Chapter 1
The Thick Blue Line
Harvey Hunter
Hunt stood frozen, glaring at the large flat-screen TV. A short bulldog of a man, his eyes were fixed and his lips were pursed. With his fists clenched at his side, he was motionless for a full minute.
Let’s have another look at that penalty.
The screen showed a slow-motion replay of a hockey player being blindsided and pulled down to the ice. Abbot’s in the slot ready to shoot, the goalie’s way out of position, and Delorme out and out just plain tackles him.
His shaved head had turned pink. You could almost see smoke coming out of his ears.
No question about it,
the color commentator said. The refs are reluctant to call penalties in overtime. They don’t want to be a factor, but even in this game-seven, sudden-death overtime, something as blatant as that has to be called. He saved what would have been a sure goal and the end of this historic series.
Had Harvey not been in his friend’s basement, he would have already put his fist through the wall.
And what a series it has been,
the announcer replied. "We’re running out of clichés to describe it. The Montreal Canadiens and the Toronto Maple Leafs meeting in the final for the first time since ’67. Game seven. Overtime. Truly one of the greatest if not the greatest rivalry in all sport."
Not only historic but also one of the best displays of play-off hockey we’ve seen in several years,
said the color commentator. Toronto takes a two-game lead. Montreal comes back with three straight. Toronto ties it up Thursday night. Now we’re down to this.
On the nearby patio, freakishly tall Norman Zed
Zemlak paced angrily. He paused for a second, took three measured strides, and kicked a perfect field goal sending a plastic garden gnome with a high arc and slight backspin over the rail, past the pool, and between the two tall cedars at the far end of the yard.
Well, this Montreal crowd obviously doesn’t like that penalty, and they’ve showered the ice with debris. It’ll take a few minutes to clear it before we can get going again. The Leafs have to be so close right now that they can almost taste it, almost feel it. For most of the third period and now in overtime, they’ve had the Canadiens on their heels.
The announcer raised his voice over the crowd noise. And they have come oh so close with a couple of excellent opportunities that just couldn’t quite find the net.
He paused while the excited din of the crowd rose behind him. The Stanley Cup is in the building, down at ice level.
The screen showed the tall, gleaming trophy guarded by two Royal Canadian Mounted Police officers in full-dress uniform of red serge jackets, Stetsons, and riding pants. The camera zoomed in on the inscription: Dominion Hockey Challenge Cup—From Stanley of Preston.
The camera was in soft focus, and the arena lights were behind it, giving it a genuine halo. Tonight, one of these two great teams will drink champagne from Lord Stanley’s Mug, that most historic piece of silverware.
The Canadiens are clearly showing signs of fatigue at this point,
said the commentator, also raising his voice. If anything, I think they’re feeling more pressure playing at home than they would if this game were in Toronto. Montreal fans are notorious for having very high expectations for their teams. Mind you, that’s probably nothing when you compare it to the pressure these Leafs must be feeling.
The announcer interrupted. Not since 1967 have these Leafs held the cup. Toronto fans have waited a long, long time for that downtown ticker-tape parade. And over these past forty-odd years, they’ve never been closer than they are right now.
We’re going to find out if the Canadiens have enough juice to kill off one more penalty and keep their hopes alive.
They were silent for several seconds while the cameras panned the crowd—the shirtless, drunken diehards in the cheap seats with Go Habs
painted on their stomachs; men in dark suits with expensive rink-side seats, still and straight-faced, looking as if they were in court waiting to hear a jury’s verdict. Groups of attractive young women, many of them players’ wives or girlfriends. Quick shots of the two coaches pacing behind their benches, chewing gum furiously. Even a baby no more than a few months old sound asleep in his mother’s arms while she stood behind the glass screaming at her team.
And we’re ready to resume play. Face-off in front of the Canadiens’ net,
the announcer said in a raspy voice. Toronto wins the face-off. Nakoney swipes it back to Unger just inside the blue line … Unger across to Thompson … Thompson holds it for a second … Back to Unger. Leafs being patient … Taking their time. Waiting. Trying to set up their shot.
This is really smart play on the Leafs’ part—
the commentator tried to insert before he was abruptly cut off.
Pittman skates in slowly … puts it across to Unger … Unger down to Nakoney … Nakoney passes across to … It’s intercepted! Sullivan steals the puck, splits the defenders … past the blue line … he’s got LaFlamme open on the left wing! A two-man breakaway! He’s too far ahead … into the Leaf zone … Sullivan to LaFlamme … Scores!
Assholes,
said Ian, the host of the evening’s event as he backed up the digital video recorder a few seconds.
He’s got LaFlamme open on the left wing! A two-man breakaway! He’s too far ahead … into the Leaf zone … Sullivan to LaFlamme … Scores!
Stupid assholes!
The machine backed up again. "He’s too far ahead … into the Leaf zone … Sullivan to LaFlamme … Scores!"
The recording continued to run. Laurent LaFlamme … a short-handed goal … unbelievable … and the Montreal Canadiens … have won … the Stanley Cup,
said the announcer, his voice just one level below an undignified yelp. "Game seven, sudden-death overtime, and a short-handed goal! Un-be-leeve-a-ble!"
Hunter still stood frozen. His face was beet-red. He desperately wanted to reach through the television and grab the referee by the throat.
The commentator