Aspiring

Percy's Injury and a Devastating Loss

A few weeks later, the Boston Blackhawks were scheduled to meet up with the British Columbia Backstabbers again...

"I bet BC is going to lose again today," Jeremy boasted to Brampton, smirking as they sat on their benched in their stalls in the locker room. He pulled on one of his skates and expertly did the laces, tying them tightly.

Brampton laughed. "And why is that? Is it because we're ridiculously awesome?"

Jeremy nodded as he pulled on his other skate. "Well, that, and the fact that BC sounds like douche, in a way. BC...douche. Hear the similarity?"

"Uh...no."

"Cause BC stands British Columbia...and also for Boston College and Boston College is full of douches!"

"Wow, don't let Marchy hear you," Brampton responded.

"Too late!" Tyler Marchand remarked, coming over. "I can hear Jeremy's loud voice from across the room even when it's noisy. I was once an Eagle you know, Segs. So does that mean I am a douche?"

"Uh, no. I just meant more so...the academic scholars there..." Jeremy pointed out, covering his behind.

"You have a point," Tyler and Brampton spoke in unison.

"Don't I always?" Jeremy boasted, raising his head up high.

Tyler shrugged, shook his head and walked off, leaving them alone to talk. Brampton shook his head. "No, actually, you rarely have a point." He scooted away from Jeremy to avoid the punch that he was sure was to come and, sure enough, he swung at him but only got empty air.

"Maybe you should be on BC, douchebag," Jeremy chuckled, standing up and only wobbling slightly on his skates. "You'd fit in perfectly." Despite the comment, he still held out a hand to help Brampton to his feet.

"You're more of a douchebag than I am, buddy ol' pal," Brampton retorted as they hobbled out of the locker room.

Jeremy grabbed his shoulder, turning him around. "How so?"

"You got a mustang for Christmas, Seggy."

"So?" Jeremy sighed. "That doesn't make me a douchebag!"

His shy friend laughed at him. "But it actually does."

Jeremy glared at him. "Go die, Brandy."

Brampton only laughed again. "You don't mean that, Seggy. We both know you loooove me!"

"And I'm beginning to rethink that," Jeremy muttered. "But you are my liney...Now shut up, the game's starting."

Jeremy's call for the game starting was too early, for both teams had only just arrived on the ice for the pre-game warm-ups. It was the whole crew, including: Nikita Nichushkin, Brampton Benn, Jeremy Sagan, Percival Kane, Jonathan Getzlaf, Tyler Marchand, Crow, Zady, Nesty, Scooby and the rest of the player. They all worked well together on the ice and usually managed to score so high that their coach let some of the younger, less experienced players join the game.

It was impossible not to say that the Boston Blackhawks were one of the—if not THE most powerful team in the NHL at the moment. They were on fire and their goal total was breaking records thanks to the two rookies.

Heck, analysts joked that they could match up with the famous and powerful Team Canada in the Olympics and beat them.

Today was no different. The Blackhawk boys felt cocky as they entered the game. British Columbia's rivalry had always been a nail biter and a good one and it was becoming even more so with the talent the Blackhawks possessed and had. Although the number of wins were usually split evenly between the two teams, this year Boston had won every single game they played.