Stupid Love

23

I scroll through my phone rereading the texts from last night with Joey. A feeling of happiness and compassion rolls over me.

Joey: Goodnight sweet dreams I love you

Me: Goodnight sweet dreams have an amazing day tomorrow, you're gonna do great in everything you do! I love you.

We got back together? I had mixed emotions of being back with her. I can feel my heart, it's so excited and happy that we get to have her back. But that little voice in my head kept saying it was going to happen again. My little heart didn't care, we were happy as long as she was around.

My phone buzzes and I see it's a notification from Ron.

Ron: Come in we're ready for you.

I open up my car door and jump out of it, landing on my feet. The rush of adrenaline and excitement fills my heart. "I got Joey back, and now I'm about to become an NHL player. Things are finally looking up." I said to myself, grabbing my hockey bag and walking towards the arena.

My headphones are blasting, I can feel the vibration of the bass. The song was "Coming undone, by Korn" It was my pump up song. I felt relaxed, not cocky or nervous. I knew if I just played my game I'll be okay.

I walk up to this glass door and open it to feel a rush of cold air hit my face, as if I was standing on top of a mountain. I walk inside and see the trophies and the awards, with pictures of the local teams and players. I never was going to make it on their pictures but I was really hoping I'd make it on the NHL ones.

I walk into the locker room where I find it empty and dark. I looked up at the clock and it said 9:00am. "Where is everyone?" I wondered.

I threw my bag onto the floor and took off my shirt. The cold air hits my body as it begins to go cold and shivers go across my skin. I shiver at the feeling of bitter cold as I race to put my long sleeve shirt on, I do the same with my pants as I unzip my jeans and hurry to get them off. The bitterness of the cold felt worse on my legs. I quickly grab my shorts and then my hockey pants. I tie the lace around and into a rabbit ear, I felt like a kid tying his shoe for the first time.

I grab my shoulder pads and jersey. I put my pads on first and followed it with my jersey, it got stuck on my pads as I struggled to pull it down and eventually I was able to get it with the uncalled for anger.

I grab my skates and throw them on, it didn't take more than 2 minutes to finish as I grab my stick and walk carefully to the rink. The hallway leading into the rink felt long and hollow, I felt like I was in a ghost movie. The smell of fresh ice reaches my nose and the gitters stop.

I turn to see that everyone was on the ice and warming up. I look up to see Joe and Ron sitting and talking to each other in the stands. I look towards the bench and see Coach Bednar. This was a well respected coach of Colorado, it was my chance to win them all over.

I open the door and jump onto the ice, my balance and feet felt better than ever. I skated half the rink twice within 40 seconds. Getting a feel for the ice, as my legs and hips move in sync. I look around at the players, they're all soon to be draft picks and or NHL free agents. "Some of them have been in the league with a lot of experience, it's going to be hard to try and outsmart them right away." I thought to myself

The horn goes off three times, meaning it's time to start. We all skate to the middle of the ice where we are greeted by Coach B.

"Gentlemen, you are here in hopes of starting or resuming a career with one of our teams. Keep it tight and play your game. Good luck to all of you. We're starting off with puck handling drills first, then passing, then we'll see about special teams. Now who's up first?" He yells. He has his hair slicked back, a Colorado long sleeve and a hat on, I notice all of this while he was talking.