I donāt know about you, but the Goalie Shane in my imagination knows how to pull off a terrific hip-check.
Because who would expect the goalie to hip-check people?
Nobody. Not a single soul.
Just join me in my imagination for a moment.
There you are, a regular little hockey player, you go after the puck behind the net where itās just the goalie. Thisāll be easy! Goalies play a different game than everyone else, just be careful not to smash them and spark a brawlā¦ Then all of a sudden, youāre flying through the air, rethinking your life choices.
You just got hip-checked by a 5ā10 goalie who might as well be a brick-and-mortar fixture living in the crease, with all of the zero times your team has been able to connect a puck to the back of his net. And he just booped you into the boards like it was nothing.
And you didnāt even get to touch the puck he was back there to set up.
Instant demoralization. Psychological warfare by a guy who didnāt even mean it that way.
