Jane pulled into the arena at the tick of 5:00. She was so nervous she could barely speak or keep a logical thought in her head. She had her own dressing space away from the men. It was the best they could do for right now. She'd never been looked at nor had she ever wanted to look. She dressed behind the curtain saving her skates for the very end.
"Hey Jane. How goes it?" Asked Jake
"Hey Jacob. Pretty good. I'm a little nervous. I've read up on the teams. NYS is ok. But I have a sneaky suspicion that the New York Lighthouses will take a ton of penalties tonight"
"We've got your back. Let's hope for a good, clean game." They all joked and laughed. The mood was light and happy. Before she knew it, it was just about game time and they were ready to go. Before heading to the ice, All referees and linesmen met with the coaches.
"I'm Jane Carlson. I'm the referee. I want a clean game from both of your teams tonight no monkey business. That's my ice. What I say goes. Do we understand gentlemen?"
"That's a yes from me. Are you as tough as your dad was?"
"Sometimes. He taught me well. Now boys, let's go!" She heard the coaches giggle as her 5'6 frame walked away.
She entered the ice to a smattering of boos. No surprise, most fans hated the officials. She and her linesmen skated around the ice getting used to the feel of it. She loved skating almost as much as she loved running, it felt great. Such an amazing release. After a quick couple of laps they left and waited off ice while the players and coaches off the Skyscrapers were introduced. One by one she watched them. She recognized most of the names. Some
Older and just about at retirement. Some around her age of 22. Then suddenly, without warning, it happened.
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RomanceBeing the only woman referee in the PHL has ups and downs for Jane Carlson, she knows she can look but not touch, but that she's the type to touch anyway (unless she's breaking up a fight). When she develops an off ice friendship with player Brady W...
