"Flames goal, number nine," the announcer's voice crackled. An assist.

The crowd—which was really just half the town—rose to its feet. The boards rattled. A cowbell clanged near the blue line.

Goalie slid right. Sam held. Dragged. Roofed it glove side.

In Alvinston, they don't remember the scores. They remember the sound of a small town holding its breath—and then letting it go all at once.

Tonight was the Atom AA final. The home team, the Alvinston Flames, trailed 2–1 with ninety seconds left.