“Three . . . two . . . one . . .”
The buzzer sounds overhead, and the crowd erupts into a roaring celebration. In one of the most nail-biting games of the season, the Seattle Ice Hawks reign victorious yet again with only seconds to spare on the clock. It’s the kind of night that burns into your memory—the kind you’ll look back on with a knowing smile and tell your grandkids about.
Screeching with excitement, the girls and I jump to our feet. Well, Ana and Elise jump. Harper and I have to take a gentler approach with our seven-month-pregnant bellies. And even though my back aches from sitting in the hard plastic chair, absolutely nothing can stop me from screaming my head off and punching a fistful of half-eaten soft pretzel in the air.
Tonight has been like every other game in so many
