I love the smell of the ice… and the cold. The sound the puck makes when it’s sliding across the ice or when hits the net for a goal… as long as it’s our goal. I love the sound of sticks crashing against one another. The sound my skates make when I come to a hard stop. The roar of the crowd. The way I feel when I’m playing. I can do things on this ice that I can’t do anywhere else.