"You miss this shot, your not only letting your team down, your letting me down too." Coach Riley kneeled before the tiny boy. Coach Riley took a deep exhale and a moment to absorb everything in. "If only your father were here to see this. Now it's not worth playing-"

"If you can't win." The boy finished off Coach Riley's team slogan.

"Ok son let's go." He lightly pushed the tiny boy on to the ice.

The lights in the ice rink were dark, only five lights were present on the ice, making circles of light on the ice. The tiny boy skated towards the center of the ice where a spotlight covered him as he started down the goalie at the end.

"Alright, son!" Coach Riley yelled from the box while his hockey players watched in anticipation.

The referee blew his whistle and the tiny boy started skating down towards the goal, moving the puck back and forth from left to right with his hockey stick.

The tiny boy approached the goalie and made his shot.

*CLANG*

Everyone in the crowd cheered for the opposing team as the goalie skated towards his teammates. The tiny boy made his way back to his team, dropping to his knees. His sweaty forehead touched the cooling ice. When he looked back up he saw his coach in sheer disappointment, staring at him. The small boy then looked away and stared at the ice. He deeply but quietly inhaled the air around him, then exhaled. Leaving a breath of cool air visible as he kneeled on the ice.

The tiny boy had made his team lose the PeeWee Championship all because of him.