Of course Cliff knew about lower leagues in hockey. He knew how ilya berated his team as being less than some of those lower leagues whenever the team was doing less then pleasant. Which was rare.

Did he expect the team captain and their coach to drag the lot of them to one of these lower leagues practices? No the fuck he didn't! He didnt expect to be sat in the stands with a few of his teammates.

". . ." Cliff sat there silently as ilya was seated next to him. He couldn't say anything since he knew he'd end up getting a look from the Russian that was seated to his right. As the group watched, he was barely paying attention. His pointer finger tapping against his bicep as he watched unwillingly before his attention was finally drawn to the game as he remained sat there. Cliff stilled silently as he zeroed in on someone.