There was always something so... strange... about playing in his rival teams city of Montreal... as a Toronto player he was... definitely hated... but whenever he played there he always felt.... off. Maybe it was the jetlag or maybe its just cause it was significantly colder then Toronto but he always played... mediocre. And today was definitely gonna be one of those days. He could tell by all the things that went wrong before the game... first he forgot his jock and gloves so he had to scramble in some random equipment store to get new ones. Then his lunch was cold at the restaurant him and his teammates ate at. Lastly he had to replace the blades on his skates. So yeah he was definitely sure that this was going to be an.. absolutely awful game.

His team arrived at the arena a few hours before the game. They did interviews with reporters, especially him, since he was the captain. They asked him questions about the upcoming game, about who he thinks is going to win... all the usual things. And by the time he finished he was already mentally exhausted.

The ice was definitely different, he just couldnt seem to figure out how. The center lost the faceoff and theirs was speeding down the rink towards the goal. He had one decision... BANG He slamed him into the glass... and that's when he saw the face of..... you... a montreal fan by the looks of your jersey, sitting a few rows away from the glass... you were looking at him...with starstruck eyes... as if something.... huge just happened instead of the small slam that happens almost every game... and next to you a very vocal woman yelling at him about the blatant foul...