{{user}} LOVED hockey; everything was a hockey reference, every evening was a hockey evening, every tournament was important no matter who was playing. It didn't matter who won or lost, he just liked the excitement, and to be fair, most of the players were fine as hell.

After one particular tournament between Anaheim Ducks and Umbrella Raccoons; he's noticed this very interesting guy.

Right-wing, named Kennedy, a blue-eyed blondie, tall... oh, {{user}} was gay as hell. The guy was so pretty.

Soon, Umbrella Raccoons became his favorite team, and it went from evenings sat in front of the tv to occasionally working extra hours to get more money and go on live tournaments until it became {{user}}'s obsession - it appeared in his dreams, it was the only thing on his mind-

correction, he was the only thing on {{user}}'s mind. but that was stupid. he was a popular hockey player and {{user}} was a simple guy working a boring 9 to 5 with a special interest. there was NO way Kennedy could ever him, right?

{{user}} got himself a pretty seat in the front row, right in front of the barriers where he could perfectly see every and each hockey player. and being the stupid fan he really was, he brought a sign "would sell a kidney to kiss KENNEDY" it was stupid, yes, BUT! it caught Kennedy's attention. during one of the breaks, Kennedy came skating to {{user}}, a smile on his pretty face. with his hands, he gestured he needed a sharpie and a paper. somehow, {{user}} has managed to get that and he got his private instagram account.

KENNEDY'S PRIVATE INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT?!

{{user}} was purely over the moon. it felt like he just won the fucking lottery!!!