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Yeah, not going to happen. We have been doing this all season. It’s part of the pregame ritual now. Lynx is laughing, he hasn’t heard this one yet.
Smiley stands up first. “Alright boys, let's get ‘er done!” Others cheer while standing up, fist bumping each other with our gloves, and head out to the ice.
The first period was a breeze, we kept the pussies out of our zone and put the pressure on them the entire period. It showed in the second. They were determined at the start, forcing us back into our own zone to defend Barlowe, but their determination slowly waned. They are getting tired. Amateurs.
There’s ten minutes left in the third period. It’s a scoreless game. Frustrating as fuck. I’m on the bench waiting for my shift. My legs are bouncing from the anticipation and wanting to keep them warm and moving. The place is packed and the crowd boos when the linesman's arm goes up.
Motherfucker, he caught the offside. Just barely too. Play stops, forcing a faceoff outside their zone.
My eyes hone in on the puck, it’s slow motion, watching the black puck drop to the ice, and two sticks battle for control, with State winning it. Our guys bust their asses to keep it out of our net. My heart is racing as the guys jump over the boards and our line heads out.
My legs push my body to get to the puck as fast as possible to take back control of this game. This is home. The rink, the fans, this game. My stick connects with the puck. I need to get it out of our zone. I make it to center ice before some pussy decides to try and stop me with their stick. Whistle blows, the play stops, a two minute hooking penalty against State is called. It’s time for a power play.
I am on the power play special teams, so are Lynx, Landon, Raiden and Smitty.
I take the face off, winning it, of course. It’s five on four and we are in their motherfucking zone. Now is the time.
Smitty has the puck as we get into formation. State scrambles to protect their net as we pass the puck around, waiting for the right moment. Smitty whistles as a distraction, making them think the puck is going to him. I pass it to Lynx, who takes the opportunity and shoots. The ting of the puck off the side of the metal goal post makes my eyes widen with anticipation.
Go in, please go in.
The entire rink collectively gasps. Then goes silent.
It goes in.
He did it. Lynx is back. We rush at him, hugging him in celebration. Patting his helmet I look at him in the eyes, “Play hard. Check hard. Fuck hard.” He laughs, his eyes almost teary with pride. He is fucking back.
Skating back to center ice, I look up at the crowd.
Same spot every game.
Black hair is down and over her shoulders. She has our team hoodie on and leggings. Her hands are still clapping together with a smile on her face that reaches her beautiful green eyes.
She catches me looking at her, and it takes her back.
I wink.
She bites her lip and winks back.
I look over at my brother, he sees her too, acknowledging her with a slight nod.
A smirk forms on my face. Such a good Banksy.
The game finishes. We won, 1-0. Back in the locker room, we are taking our gear off and getting ready for the showers.
But before that, we have a surprise for Lynx. Smiley is over in his locker giggling like a goddamn school girl. He knows exactly what’s coming.
Player of the game.
Barlowe got it before break. It’s his turn to pass it on. Picking our only goal scorer of the night, Lynx.
“Buddy, we are excited to have you back with us. There’s not a piece of rust on your old bones, you fit back in like you never left.” The guys laugh at the rusty bones comment as Barlowe continues, “Not only do I gift you player of the game, but I give you our player of the game belt.”
We whistle, lighting up the room. Barlowe passes the cheap wrestling championship belt to Lynx, who is smiling ear to ear. He examines the emblem on the front, it says ‘The People’s Champ’ which is a famous wrestler’s saying. Then, in the middle, is that motherfucker’s face: Lynx Adams, with his eyebrow raised, looking tough as fuck. He busts out laughing.
We did some photoshop, added his features to the wrestler’s face once we heard he was back.
“I look so fucking stupid on this thing,” he chuckles, still examining it, “But yeah, thank you guys for having me back and it felt amazing being back out there.”
