I can just imagine it,
Storm troopers swarming the ice in their black and white stripped uniforms, automatic rifles at the ready, fans in the stands screaming, running in all directions, looking for the exits. In the midst of all the chaos, the coaches stand firm, arms crossed, no fingers peaking out from clenched fists, square jaws set, with a blink of an eye, the rabble rousers are.....
Televisions across the country go black.