Shutout

Chapter 12 - Kane

I've become a hockey mom. It's my only option after being a WAG (a term I just learned about), but I can't be because I'm male and not dating Logan. So, I've become a hockey mom instead. 

I printed out the Cardinal's schedule and highlighted all the home games, so I know if Logan is supposed to be on the road or in person. I've started watching hockey highlights (though I don't really understand if they're highlighting just random things or really important things and what those things are). I'm slowly getting ingrained in hockey and feel like a hockey mom. 

Thanks to both my highlighted schedule and Logan's text, I knew he was going to be in town late, so I just snacked through the day to push back dinner for the both of us. Logan said I didn't have to, which automatically means I have to. 

The sun has long set, and the air is unfairly cold already. Harold is nowhere to be seen, so hopefully not clawing my bed apart for still letting Logan into the house. I have Supernatural, my newest obsession, cued up on the TV and filling the silence in the house. I try to focus on the show and not my nerves and anticipation. But they filter through my body anyway. 

I haven't seen Logan in almost a week because of scheduling, team bonding shit, and traveling, but we've started to pretty consistently text each other. I've learned, through those texts, that Bac (a center named Marcial Bacques, according to Google) is probably the closest person to Logan on the team but that most others are nice. Bac tries to drag him out with the other single members to bars, but Logan says he just drinks and leaves, which sounds like so much fun to me with no sarcasm...

Most of their hotel rooms are nice, and only a few of the guys he's roomed with snore. The food they feed the boys sounds great, in my opinion, but Logan says he prefers the food I cook, so he's probably buttering me up for some type of bad news. Since pre-season ended, he's only goaltending one game, and I fell asleep before I could watch. But I told him to text me the next time he's playing and that I'll take shots of Expresso to try to watch even if I don't understand what's going on. 

I haven't been nearly as busy as he has been, but I guess I keep myself occupied. About a week after Shane Youngman called me we did our first Zoom call. He looks older than in the photos only, but maybe all the hockey caught up with him when he could finally sit down. He was a bit confused and hesitant to talk about some things, but after some buttering up and reassurances, he answered nearly every question I had for that time. I told him I would call him for more questions after I do a couple more interviews, which has been a struggle. 

Logan, who doesn't have to help me more than he has, convinced his agent to get the phone number of the agent of Liam Lindahl, the only other active and out hockey player. Like with Shane's agent, Liam's agent called for more details and promised to bring it up to Liam. I haven't heard back from them, but in the meantime, I found the email for another retired out player who does talks and whatnot online. It took a bit to get back from them, too, but eventually, I was given a phone number and had a nice introductory phone call with Corbin Lowe. Like Shane, Corbin was hesitant but was much more willing to talk about his sexuality and be a role model because that's what he's based his life around in his post-hockey career. In a couple of days, I'll do my first Zoom interview with him. 

In the meantime, I'm still covering and publishing basic news and other things for money. I was even offered a biweekly contract with a trendy website, so hopefully, that continues to work out. I love being a journalist and writer, but sometimes it's so draining and grinding. 

Sam Winchester is just about to enter a building with a demonic entity when my doorbell goes off and spooks me. Logan mentioned once how jumpy and easy to scare I am, and that's been on my mind every time this happens. I guess I've always been like this but it is embarrassing when there is someone else witnessing it.