“The Breaking Point” (When the dream stops being theirs)

You hear it in the silence. Not the whistle. Not the puck. Not the noise of the game. The silence. The quiet car ride home. The short answers.
The “I’m tired” that doesn’t just mean tired. Because something’s changed. The same kid who used to beg to go to the rink… Now needs to be pushed. The same kid who loved the game… You know. They’re breaking.