I slide my ass to the edge of the couch as if I haven’t seen the exact game-winning goal replayed thousands of times since I fell into the slump of all fucking slumps. But before I grab the controller, the same old tape from nine games ago plays on the screen.

I’m greeted by my name coming from the announcer’s mouth and I can’t switch the channel fast enough. She’s going to learn that I didn’t become a professional hockey player without having to fight for what I want.Īfter a long shower, I throw myself onto my couch and click on the television. I find her and when I get to know her better, I end up spending more time thinking about her than my game, but she’s made it clear she wants no part of me. Get your mind out of the gutter, I’m not talking about it. Now, I have to track her down and bribe her to do it again before every game. Imagine my surprise when after spending New Year’s Eve with a woman, I score a hat trick in the next game-that’s three goals in one game for you non-hockey lovers. I’d wear the same socks for an entire year just to be the high-scoring center I used to be. But now the best way to refer to me is desperate. I haven’t scored in eight games and the team owner is talking about trading me. I prefer to call it hard work, at least I did until my game went to complete crap. The one adjective used to describe my entire hockey career. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.Īll rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.ĬLICK HERE to join our NEWSLETTER and receive 6 FREE Prequels that aren’t sold on retailers! Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. She’s going to learn that I didn’t become a professional hockey player without having to fight for what I want.This book is a work of fiction.

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