On Thursday night we were all Scott Foster.
The 36-year old accountant, who plays beer-league hockey with his buddies for over a decade after his real hockey career ended, found himself back in the lights.
Except they were much bigger and brighter than any lights he’d played under before: he was in the net for the Chicago Blackhawks.
After the starter went down early in the day and the back-up cramping up in the third period, the Blackhawks emergency goalie – who up until then, usually sits in the press box with a belly full of a pre-game meal and maybe some popcorn – was in the game.
Foster then achieved a dream all hockey players of dreamed: playing on the big stage and being the star.
We’ve all wanted it, but he got it. Fans chanting his name and then being named the first star after stopping seven shots in his 14-minutes between the pipes.
On Monday he’ll be back behind a desk, crunching numbers. For all of us average Joes, we wish we got to be Scott Foster, even if it was just 14 minutes.
Heck, let’s be honest, we’d love 14 seconds.