Kyle Broflovski was as close to losing it as he ever allowed himself to get.

He'd endured two periods of one of the most frustrating hockey games he'd ever played. It should have been a glorious win at home for his team South Park cows against their archrivals, the Boston Eagles. Instead it had been a grueling humiliation, and the score stood at 4-1 for Boston. Kyle had had five beautiful scoring chances. He'd taken shots that should never have missed. But they had. Kyle’s team had lost.

One man had capitalized more than anyone. The most hated man in Colorado: Stan Marsh of the Boston Eagles. The near century-old rivalry between Broflovski and Marsh was known all over the world. Their intense animosity was clear even to the fans in the farthest, cheapest seats.

After the match, Kyle hurried back to his room. He needed a shower. “That fucking asshole…I’ll wipe that stupid smirk off his face next time I see him.” Kyle angrily scrubs the shampoo off of his red curls that fell down to his muscular shoulders.