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Not to brag—though, I guess I kind of am—but I have the most women falling at my feet. Hell, I’ve had women who’ve wanted tolickmy feet.
Like, literally.
There was this crazy bitch this one time…
Wait, I digress. Back to where our team is today—floundering in a sea of mediocrity.
After that first good regular season, we fell apart during the playoffs. A dirty hit that sent me flying into the boards also sidelined me with a concussion. It didn’t end there. More bad luck plagued our team. Nolan went into a scoring slump, and Benny took a punishing check against the boards that broke his foot. We were knocked out of the playoffs in the first round.
I went to Minneapolis, my hometown, to sulk.
“Next year will be different,” my always-positive father tried to reassure me.
He was wrong.
We missed the playoffs entirely the following year, for reasons still unknown.
Then there was the season that just ended this past spring—another disappointment.
Las Vegas Wolves Fold, Knocked Out Once Again in the First Round
Needing a break from all things desert-life, I said to Nolan and Benny, “Fuck this shit.”
That was over three months ago. We were in the middle of cleaning out our lockers for the summer. My linemates looked at me, confused.
And then Nolan finally asked, “Fuck what shit, Oliver? What are you going on about over there?”
“Everything,” I replied, gesturing around the empty locker room. “We’re done, finished. Let’s get the hell out of this place for a while.”
I meant Las Vegas the city—and I think Nolan was catching my drift—but Benny misunderstood.
“Dude,” Benny began, “webetterget outta here soon.” He checked his watch. “We have a tee time at two.”
He meant the golf game we had planned, but I was having none of that.
“Fuck golfing,” I snapped. “I’m talking aboutreallygetting out of here. I think we deserve a much-needed break from this whole damn town.”
Nolan looked intrigued. “What’d you have in mind?”
I happily shared with him and Benny what I’d been thinking about for days. “Let’s head up to my house in Minnesota. We can spend the summer on the lake.” I grinned, bad intentions in mind. “You know I’m a fucking rock star up there. We can party every night. Hell, we can fuck and get fucked up till training camp starts up in September.”
Benny was in immediately, but Nolan had to think it over in his thoughtful kind of way.
At last, he said, “Okay, let’s do it.”
Since that day we’ve been partying like rock stars. Or, more accurately, like out-of-control hockey players.
We’re still on a roll, even though it’s August and we have to fly back to Vegas real soon. Until then, however, I’ve vowed my cool contemporary house by the lake will remaintheplace to party. It’s our OPS base for debauchery, after all.
In reality, though, this craziness can’t go on. We all know that.
Even wild and crazy Benny had the sense to ask me just last week, “Dude, what should we do?”
“About what?”
I was in the midst of texting a local puck bunny to see if she wanted to meet me for a quickie, so I was a bit distracted.
Benny sighed. “We gotta report to camp in a less than a month. Guess it’s time to start thinking about slowing down with the girls, the booze, the—”
