When I was growing up my living room had a small triangle of wall between the stairs leading to the second floor and a piece of furniture. I would often use this wall as a goal, and donned in foam goalie pads, threw a rubber bouncy ball against the opposing furniture and pretended I was Mike Richter.
I would dive across the crease to make a flashy glove save. Split toe stops at the post were commonplace. Often the ball would bounce off one of the drawers at an awkward angle and I would have to thrash my blocker out and barley deflect the ball over the cage.