Glory, victory, the moment

Time on the clock is winding down. It is the third period. The scoreboard reads 1-1. It is game seven of the championship. The pressure is mounting.
Both teams fight desperately for the puck. Suddenly it squirts loose into the slot. The defenseman charges in from the point. He raises his stick over his head. This is his chance for glory. This is his chance for victory. Facing only the goalie, the defenseman shoots. The crowd goes silent. Time practically stops as the puck flies. Both benches wait with abated breath. Is this the moment? The goalie stretches out his glove hand. He reaches desperately for the black disc. Arm outstretched, the puck sails past. Rubber meets mesh just as time expires. One bench erupts as players flood the ice. Another bench sits silently, players deflated, disappointed.