People here want the team to win and to do well. The thing is, we know when to shoot the puck.
Nobody ever tells me to give them a pass or anything. My job is to score goals, and if I don't shoot the puck, I can't score goals.
That's the coolest thing I've ever seen," Puck said. "How cool will it be when it kills us?" Sabrina asked. "Considerably less cool," Puck replied.
By the way, you don't need the makeup. " Puck said.
Let's make like a hockey player and get the puck out of here.
I guess the prime example is in North America there's a thing where if there's no opportunity to move forward with the puck, then a [hockey] player is told to dump the puck into the other zone. Just give up the puck and dump it in. Give it to the other team. And to the Soviet mentality in coaching, it just doesn't make any sense. If you're a skilled player, why are you going to give the puck away to the other team? Just give it away, right?
Don't duh me!" Puck snapped. "Trying to figure out what you're thinking from one day to the next takes more brains than I have. " Well, maybe you should stop. I'd hate to burn out that little peanut in your head.
You watch a hockey game, and the hand-eye coordination and the speed is really miraculous; how those guys track the puck alone, just following it with their eyes.
Discoveries cannot be planned, they pop up, like Puck, in unexpected corners
Understand the "Gretzky Factor": Cultivate an instinct, a "touch", call it what you will, that enables you to know both where the "puck" is now and where it will be soon.
All that matters is that you find a way to put the puck in the net. It doesn't matter how. I learned that from Mario.
If you're a skilled player, you want to use your skill, not just hit the puck.
I wasn't strong when I was young. The puck was maybe too heavy. I guess I tried to move the puck from side to side to keep from getting hit.
A puck is a hard rubber disk that hockey players strike when they can't hit one another.
Good news, they found Nemo! The bad news is, they found him in one of Wolfgang Puck's puff pastries.
I'm soooooo telling. " Puck stood behind her. "You two disobeyed your parents! I'm both shocked and really impressed.
The kids wait for it to be organized. They want to go play all of these tournaments, for a little practice time. I learned my skills by dropping the puck just with the kids. I think that's missing today.
Our system of forechecking is to shoot the puck and leave it there.
I had a hockey puck and stick-the only ones in town. I definitely would have played hockey ahead of football, had it been available.
You can't be happy, taking away something I've worked on all my life to do and help my teammates and help my defense,. . . It's just part of me, playing the puck. So, definitely, you can't be happy.
