His right arm around the neck of the player who crosschecked me.
Making it known that I was untouchable.
Or else I’ll fucking gut you with my skate, got it?
That warning came from Atlas, not me.
An early power play gave us a chance to take an early lead.
I caught myself looking for April.
When our eyes met, she waved.
Just like that, I was taken back… years…
April standing on a crappy seat in a crappy small hockey rink just to watch me play. She says she’s there to watch Andy, but she won’t stop looking at me. When I look at her, she smiles. Her braces glisten against the cheap, bright lights. She’s bundled up with a winter hat that’s on her head crooked. She never wears makeup. Maybe she’s not allowed to wear makeup yet. I don’t know why I’m thinking that.
I also don’t know why I have the urge to show off for her.
I want to score ten-thousand goals to show her how good I am…
The puck dropped again and I won this time.
I skated forward, throwing my shoulder.
The fans liked that.
I looked to my right and looked right at April.
What are you doing, Seb?I asked myself.
I passed the puck to Rome.
Just to prove to myself that I was not trying to show off for April.
Rome got the pass and sent the puck right back to me.
I backhanded the puck to Henry.
He did the same thing as Rome.
The puck was meant for my stick.
We had a three on one and the goalie seemed unsure of what to do.
My only job was to take a shot and make it count.
So I did.
No need to do some laser of a shot.
I picked the top right shelf of the net and that’s where I put the puck.
The arena exploded with cheers.
I skated to the bench.
Glove-high-fivesfor the team, my eyes staring right at April.