"Where is it?!"
After getting thoroughly shellacked in a game where I played some of the best (and some of the worst) goalie of my life, a few of my team members hung around for a while to take some extra shots.
Mark took a slapshot from about 100 feet away. I felt like I got my glove on it, but there was no rebound, and my glove was empty. I felt some weird pressure on the top of my hand, turned it over, and found it. What's most impressive is the orientation of the thing...it must have been moving rather quickly.