With such a passion for the great game of hockey, it makes sense that Guy should have spent his life trying to pursue a career playing the game; however Guy was not a very gifted athlete. As a child he had tried playing hockey in a Timbits league, but because of a combination of a complete lack of coordination and a propensity for daydreaming, his hockey career was cut short. He only ever played one game, but that one game stood out to Guy as one the greatest humiliations of his life. He had just gotten onto the ice for his first shift ever and was making his way over to the puck as fast as his five-year-old uncoordinated legs would carry him. About halfway towards the mob of children all chasing the puck, it popped out of the crowd and landed right on his stick, giving him a clear break for the net. With great vividness Guy saw in his mind’s eye his great rush and goal, so with a sense of destiny Guy overcame his complete lack of skating ability and made an impressive shuffle towards the net, free and clear of any and all opposition. With a feeling of tremendous accomplishment Guy reached the opposing goaltender, and with all his might took the hardest shot his little body could manage. Unfortunately, in the midst of his great daydream Guy had forgotten an important part of the process, the puck. So, with his wild swing hitting nothing but air, Guy fell over backwards, knocking the wind out of himself. Lying on the cold ice, struggling to breathe, Guy heard a sound, a sound that, as he grew older, he would come to hate. Laughter, directed at him, mocking him. There were supposed to be no losers in Timbits hockey, but Guy new, without a doubt, that there was a loser at this game, and he was lying on the ice trying to catch his breath.