Data said, after Dmitri skated over and asked how many seats there were. “Six … five … zero … five … zero!” Data sounded a little impatient, almost as if he couldn’t believe Dmitri had forgotten. But Travis understood why Dmitri had asked: he hadn’t forgotten at all, he just wanted to hear it out loud and let it sink in. Sixty-five thousand and fifty… The Owls had played in front of big crowds before – at the Quebec International, at Nagano’s Big Hat arena, at the Olympic ice surface in Salt Lake City, at the world’s biggest minor hockey tournament in Ottawa – but you could take all those impressive crowds together and sit them in Heinz Field and you would still have seats left over. Travis could not imagine so many people. He wondered how many would come to see the final. For the early rounds, the crowds would be small, and they’d seem even smaller in such a cavernous arena. The Owls were already on the ice, Travis hurrying to pass Jeremy as soon as the little goaltender skated out ahead of him.
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