Sorry it took me so long to get the next chapter out, I've been really busy. So, here it is. Read, Enjoy, and Review!


"Pick it up boys!" Coach Herb screamed at the men on the ice performing a break out drill. The six men took the puck from one side of the ice to the other. The offense shot the puck at the net. Mark Johnson switched from defense to offense, took t he puck and charged towards the opposite net.

"Pass it to Buzz, Johnson!" Coach creamed out. Mark dodged around a defenseman and continued his charge. "Okay, Johnson. Then hit him on the other side!" Coach Herb called out. Once again Mark ignored him and dodged the last player. "Come on, Johnson!" Herb yelled exasperated as Mark jerked around the goalie and popped the puck into the back of the net.

Coach Herb blew his whistle. "Johnson!" He yelled at Mark. Mark looked up at him and stopped. "That coast-to-coast stuff may work here, but it won't against the teams we'll be playing!" Mark hung his head sheepishly. "Okay, coach." he said and skated off to the bench. "Okay, next line up!" Herb yelled.

"Mark!" Coach Patrick called to him as he skated over. Mark looked up from the ice. "Don't let him get you down." Mark nodded and sat on the bench, taking a drink from his water bottle. As the other boys came on the ice, the lines changed. Jack –seeing Rob get off the bench- got up. "I'll take this one, Bob," he said and jumped down onto the ice and got in position.

"Remember, boys. This is a break out drill, so please get rid of the puck early." Coach Herb said. "Okay, here we go!" He flicked the puck in and set the boys in motion. Rob skated towards the puck and scooped it up with his stick.

Jack glared at Rob and lined him up. Before Rob knew what was going on, Jack shoved a rough, hard hip check into him, sending Rob sprawling on the ice. Rob rolled onto his elbows and knees while a large group of players stood around them. "What the hell you hitting like that for, man?" Phil Verchota asked.

"Nice hit, OC," a couple of the Boston boys called out. Jack smirked down at Rob on the ice. "Tell your friend to keep his head up and he'll be fine."

That's when Rob snapped. "Let's go!" He said standing up and throwing his gloves down. Jack dropped his gloves and sticks and the two boys just went at each other, the others cheering on his man and cat-calling the other. When someone neutral tried to pull them apart, the ones that knew what was going on told them to lay off.

"Craig, let 'em go," Coach Herb said when Coach Patrick went to break it up. The two boys exchanged punches for almost ten minutes, when Jack sent Rob sprawling on the ground with a hard punch, getting on top of him. That's when the others decided to pull them apart. Coach Herb watched in silence, and then spoke.

"Well gentlemen," he said when everyone had calmed down a bit, "does this look like hockey to you?" The boys remained silent. "Kind of looks like two monkeys trying to hump a football to me, what do you think, Craig?" The assistant coach seemed a little taken aback. "Yeah," he responded. Coach Herb turned back to the boys. "If you're here to settle old rivalries, you're on the wrong team!"

He paused, looking from Rob to Jack to the rest of the boys standing around. He slowly skated around in small circles. "Skating… Flow… creativity. That is what this team is about. NOT old rivalries." He glanced around at the boys. "So why don't we say a little about each other? Who you are, where you're from?" He nodded towards Rob. Rob shook his head. 'This is retarded' he thought to himself.

"Rob McClanahan. St. Paul, Minnesota," he said, a slight scoff in his voice. Coach nodded. "Who do you play for?" Rob motioned towards Coach. "For you, here at the U." Coach Herb nodded and turned to Jack.

"Jack O'Callahan," he said after a second. "Charleston, Mass. Boston University." A scowl was posted on his face showing his annoyance. Coach Herb nodded again and turned to Ralph. "Over here." Ralph looked up in surprise. "I'm Ralph Cox. I'm from wherever it ain't gonna get me hit." The boys laughed. "Very good," Herb said. "Ok, everyone on the red line.

The boys skated and stood on the red line, separated into groups according to where they went to college. Coach Herb noticed and smiled to himself. He pointed to Jack, then to Rob. "You two, over there," he said and pointed to an area behind him. He continued to pair the boys off, telling them to stand together. No two men were from the same college.

Coach Herb skated to Coach Patrick and Doc. He whispered something to them and they both nodded. "Okay boys. Everyone untie their skates, but don't take them off." Confused, the boys bent over and untied their skates. Then Coach Herb, Patrick, and Doc walked around tying the laced of one of the skates to one of their partner's. When the boys were all tied together, the older men walked back by Herb and waited to see what would happen.

"Now, I want all of you to try to go into your "little groups." Coach Herb said smiling. The boys looked at each other, shrugged, and started to skate into their groups. As they were tied together, they all toppled to the ice. 'What the hell?' All of them though as they tried to get up without the help of the person they were tied to.

"Come on boys, help each other!" Herb said, trying to hide his grin. Many of the ones trying to avoid trouble looked at each other and obeyed. The stubborn ones struggled to get to their feet by themselves. After a while, however, they gave up being stubborn and just helped each other up.

"Now, I want you to skate down to the other end of the ice. Go on now!" Herb called out. The boys struggled forward, trying not to fall. After a few strides forward, most of the boys toppled over, some laughing, some getting angry and frustrated. They struggled back onto their feet and slowly made their way across the ice.

Once they had reached the other side and then skate back, Herb skated in front of them. "Now tell the person next to you who you are and where you're from." The boys obliged and mumbled it to each other. Herb nodded. "Now tell them what sport you play."

"HOCKEY!" Shouts rang out around the arena. Coach Herb's smile slowly disappeared. "Boys, you aren't all that different. You all play the same sport, and you all play for the same team." He looked at the men in front of him. "You are all here to play one game, and only on one team. There aren't seven different teams under the supervision of coaches." The boys all considered his words. "You're dismissed," he said, ad skated off the ice.

The boys looked at each other. "He's right," Mark Johnson finally said and untied his skates from David Silk's. The other boys followed his lead and skated to the locker rooms to change.