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.

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