One day the master decided to show his students the fundamentals of ice hockey.
It had been many years since he himself had skated. One of his boots had a broken lace, and the blade was very rusty. So he went on the ice wearing only one skate.
He bobbled and wobbled, paddling one foot as if on a scooter. His crossovers were terrible. He slipped and fell when he tried a slapshot, and his demonstration of a penalty shot ended up with him collapsed inside the otherwise empty net.
As the master left the ice, smiling serenely, he said, ``Now imagine a real game.'' The students bowed respectfully and sat on the bench, trying to imagine a real game.
Only the Zamboni driver saw the beautiful face of Buddah carved on the ice surface.