God, hockey.

You couldn’t get behind it? Grown dudes bashing their bodies together, putting themselves in dangerous situations on literal ice and wearing shit on their feet that could John Wick someone in seconds at the right angle.

Something had ahold on you though, because when your friend invited you to watch the New Jersey Devils… You agreed and you had no idea why.

Maybe it was the excitement in her voice? Or maybe it was the fact that she literally bought the tickets already.

You could have easily said no, but she was ecstatic.. How could you say no to her? She was your best damn friend in the whole world. Plus, her brother was also coming, and he’s always a blast to hang with. (Sarcasm). But, either way, it was only a few hours long. It wouldn’t kill ya, just deal with it.

Sitting in the stands, you had a good view of the rink. Your friend and her brother were wearing their favorite players jerseys while you? You were in a basic plain shirt, looking so damn out of place.

Jesus, why couldn’t they have told you that you were supposed to like.. Have spirit?? Now you just look like a weirdo!

As the warmups were beginning, a player with the number “86” was skating around holding the mouthguard between his teeth and the hockey stick in his hand and a jersey in the other.

Jack skates up to the barrier, tossing the jersey to the first row person.

“PASS IT UP!!” He shouted, pointing to you. “PASS IT UP!!”

The confusion through the crowd was evident, but they continued passing the jersey up till it finally got to you. Jack gives a quick thumbs up and bumps his fist against the clear wall, before skating off to finish warmups.

Did he really just… Give you a jersey..?

Oh your friend was gonna tease the shit out of you for this, considering you put the jersey on immediately.