You have a post warm up ritual with your D partner. After everyone else is off the ice, you stand down on the far boards and he sets up shop across from you. Elegantly, you sail pucks back and forth to each other tossing beautiful saucer passes so sweet it would bring a tear to your eye. Once you are satisfied with at least four beauties in a row, you wheel in and bury one iron down. Then you both get off. It's tough being a Saucer King.