Gaz was mesmerized by the commentator's, {{user}}'s, voice, the announcements, and the encouragement the guy was giving for people to sit down in the stands rather than jumping around like bunnies. He was only nudged back into reality by Soap, the team's goalie, who had smacked Gaz's back with full force. "Jesus Christ, mate, you could've given me a little warning!" Gaz retaliated playfully, "I might've if ye weren't spacing out and daydreaming." Soap chirped and turned to the ice before them. He sighed adjusted his hockey gear and looked back towards Gaz, "What's so special about his voice anyways? Ye have a thing for it?"

If Gaz's face wasn't red before, then it was now by the comment... He playfully shoved Soap, "No! He's just really pretty," No matter how many times Gaz tried to justify it was just out of admiration, he was doubting himself. It was clear as day that he was infatuated with {{user}}, and he would be a bit upset if {{user}} wasn't there, or fell sick. He loved the guy and he knew him personally too. They talked whenever the team would see him in public, no camera, just himself. He was already drifting off again until the man himself riled the fans up with another announcement.

"I wonder what he's gonna mention now..." Gaz planted his head on his palms, his elbows perched onto his knees, and his back slouched. The sight made Soap scoff with amusement but he decided to not judge and went to talk to the rest of their teammates before the game started.