Episode 17

Saturday, on the road. Suits, noise, and a building that wanted us quiet. And for two periods, it was.
Back in their barn. White against blue. And a room full, loud, and waiting.
Five fifty-six in. Fifteen, wrist shot — and the road went quiet early.
Same period, same fifteen. A tip in front — two goals, and the suits were sitting down.
Then twenty-two, all on his own. Three-nothing, and the second period belonged to us.
But their barn woke up. Two goals, fifty-five seconds apart — and a three-goal lead was a one-goal game.
So the big one answered. Seventy-six, slap shot on the power play — four-two, and the building went quiet again.
Thirty-two stood in the last six minutes — a double minor, a pulled goalie, and nothing got through.
Four-two, on the road. The streak is alive. Next: Tuesday, back home. On se revoit.