It is interesting writing The True Tale of Carter Hall so that the hockey fans should go, "Hmm, something's not right here," and the mythology geeks should go, "Hmm, something's not right here," and the mythology geeks who are also hockey fans should be going, "OH NOES OH NOES RUN AWAY RUN AWAY!!!" I will be interested to see how well I nail that balance in the first draft or whether it needs tweaking in one direction or another.
Anyway Carter got to punch the fella in the ear and force him down on the ice when he crashed the net, so everybody is satisfied, where by "everybody" I mean me, Carter, Coach Laird, and Honor Itself.
Also I have the last of my post-Christmas sale purchases, which is a red sweater with white snowflakey bits, which is honestly how I look in my own head. Native garb and all that.