Why do we watch hockey? For the mind-blowing skill of a forward. For the game-changing speed of a defenceman. For the plays that unfurl on rushes and breakaways.
For the goals.
And all these come from soft players: a perfect dangle through three defenceman, a coast-to-coast one-man rush, a flawless powerplay-esque passing cycle set up in the offensive zone. Soft hockey is what gives a team tape-to-tape passes. Chemistry. It gives a team the puck and lets them run with it, lets them run roughshod and rampant over the opposing team; it lends them an untouchable air.
It's the skill. The speed. The rush.
Games are won by goal-scorers. Goal-scorers are driven by playmakers. And those playmakers—well, they're soft players. The puck is natural on their stick, always. They're the ones feeding beautiful passes, creating open ice, molding the game. They power the game. They control it. They're game-changers.
Skill. Speed. Rush.
It's about the exhilaration and the thrill. Les frissons. The physics-defying jaw-dropping instant highlight-reel plays.
Skill. Speed. Rush. Score.