Sugar and Ice by RJ Scott & V.L. Locey

Author:RJ Scott & V.L. Locey [Scott, RJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-78564-215-9
Publisher: RJ Scott

Chapter Nine

Tate

Our game against Vancouver was a shit show. It was chaotic, nasty, pushing, shoving, hell, and when we finally left the ice with a five-two loss, it was a relief more than a shock. Vancouver were hot this season, winning all of their games so far, and jeez, did Canada love that one. The signs in the arena were deadly accurate, including the first appearance of the SHT line poster with the little ‘I’ in the middle.

“I think the Zamboni got me,” Andre dragged himself from the shower, and I couldn’t see bruises yet, but some of the one hundred mile an hour pucks had hit him hard, and twice he’d been steamrolled by the D, plus a whole heap of his own team who were losing their shit and trying to keep the puck out of our net. In Andre’s defense, he’d put up a good fight, and I didn’t think Colorado could have done any better.

“That last save, dude, that was insane,” I high-fived him as he passed, and at least he smiled, before he winced again. How he’d seen that puck and gotten across the crease as fast as he did, I don’t know, but it had been awesome to see, a glimpse of a wonderful future.

Alex had dropped gloves with one of the Vancouver D, but the fight hadn’t lasted long and it was Alex on the ice with the D sitting on him. After that incident, penalties served, the JAR line had never found its footing, and my line deserved the moniker of SHiT.

Andre didn’t bother dressing, the team doctor taking him off. A couple of the guys headed for post-game cool down on bikes, and Alex was definitely limping.

What the fuck? We weren’t even at Christmas, and we we’d lost all sense of who we were out there on the ice.

Vlad was quiet, in his cubicle, his blond head dipped, still in his skates and rhythmically tapping a finger on his knee. I had this insane urge to go over and ask him if he was okay, but then they called for interviews, and it was him, me, and Alex who were called in.

I couldn’t hear what they were asking Vlad, but I could hear his answers, which were standard replies about not playing the Raptors game, and how lessons would be learned, and congratulating Vancouver on a decisive win.

Alex was way over the other side of the room, attempting to front the fact he’d lost a fight with a D-Man almost twice his size.

And me? I was getting asked a whole ton of shit. After seven years I was used to this, some interviewers asked searching questions that called on the skater to think hard, but tonight this had had the smell of failure.

“Did you mean to turn over the puck at the end of the second?”

“Does anyone mean to do that?” I tried for funny, and then read the crowd. “We all make mistakes, but we learn from them. That was entirely on me.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.