The Hockey Boy

Prologue

Prologue

TY

June 27

"The Buffalo Lancers have traded the first pick of the NHL Draft to the Minnesota Blizzard, and with the first pick of the NHL Draft, the Minnesota Blizzard select..." the NHL official stated officially. "Easton West, from Andover High School, a University of Minnesota commit."

"Yes!" my dad screamed as he jumped out of his recliner in our family's living room.

"Dad, you do realize that that's the guy I made look like an idiot my freshman year, right?" I said skeptically.

"The star hockey player from Andover, right?" Dad asked me.

"Yeah, the star hockey player I skated around and scored on three times," I said as I rolled my eyes.

"Ty, he's a really good hockey player. This will be good for the Blizzard. Maybe they can win the Stanley Cup this year," my dad said hopefully.

"The Blizzard would've been better off drafting me," I muttered as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Come on, Ty, you'd have to be really, really good for the NHL to draft you."

"I am really, really good, Dad. Why do you think I play on the guys hockey team instead of the girls?" I argued.

"Okay, I'll give you that one."

"Dad, I'm going to get drafted, just you wait. I'm sure I could easily become as good as or even better than that Easton guy. I've already made him look like an idiot more than once."

"Okay, Ty, you work towards that goal. Just know that no matter what you end up doing, I'll support you the whole way."

"Thanks, Dad," I said with a smile. "I just don't know about this Easton guy. I hear he's a jerk with a really big ego."

"Well, from what I hear, he's a good guy and a heck of a hockey player. The Blizzard will want him to start playing with them before he graduates college, I'm sure!" exclaimed my dad.

"I know, Dad. I know," I pretended to agree, giving up my argument.