Playing the Part

3. kanye and kim lasted longer

Everett

"I'm not digging this Evie." Nick skates up to me while shaking his head.

"I know. The freshmen aren't helping too." Everything was smooth sailing when the season started; we were scoring consecutive wins with massive point differentials but Jesse, our star right defenseman recently went down for a collarbone injury. Not to mention our goalie, Jack, just decided to go on a secret elopement with his girlfriend.

Now, we're all skating extra minutes just to barely win and scrape by.

But fuck me if I don't enjoy every second of it. 

We're entering the last five minutes of the third quarter and down by two points. If we lose to Yale this round, a team that has worse winning odds than the fucking Coyotes, coach Hutson is never going to let us live it down.

"Stop skating like a bunch of pussycats! Goddammit these little boys are going to be the end of me." Coach shouts behind us as we slide into the rink, spirits low. "And Van Kirk, if I see you in the penalty box again, you're finished."

We all know that's never going to be true; Leon's as good as right wingers come.

"Yes sir." Leon grunts beside me as I prepare to face-off.

Focusing on the puck, I see in my periphery the linesman's arm go down and I immediately vie for the puck, passing it behind to Conor who shuffles it down the rink.

"Strauss!" Conor immediately passes it to Nick who attempts a one-timer but the puck goes ricochetting off the goalie. But Leon, fighting for the rebound, buries it with a sharp wrist shot right between the goalies legs and the stands erupt.

"Fuck yes!" I jump on Leon who whoops while Conor and Nick join the celebration.

The fluorescent scoreboards change: 3-2. With just four more minutes on the clock.

"Two more boys. Let's bring these fuckers down."

This time, Yale gains possession over the puck first but after I check the player over the boards, Nick steals the puck away and skates relentlessly to the opposition.

I quickly skate up right behind Nick, backing him up, as he passes me the puck.

I see two defensemen in front of me, but I pass the puck to Leon who's behind both defensemen.

"Van Kirk!" Leon immediately passes the puck back to me as a score a backhand goal, flying right over the goalies elongated leg.

And now we're tied with only a minute and a half to go.

The Bulldogs are shitting their pants as the scoreboards turn into 3-3.

"Let's bring this home fellas." Leon says as he gets into position for the last face-off of the game.

I get possession of the puck and pass it behind to, who I thought was Leon. But turns out it was the some rookie freshman.

He skates down the rink, unwilling to pass it to any of us as Conor calls and calls but the kid just does his own thing.

He attempts a slapshot from the centre but it bounces off the sidebar.

Conor shouts in frustration as the Bulldogs get the defensive rebound and start to head for our goal.

It's an odd man rush.

The goalie's a goddamn sophomore.

"Fuck." I skate as fast as I can to assist the goalie while Conor brutally checks the player in possession with the puck.