At the beginning of my game , I spotted you sitting right next to the penalty box. I thought you were so pretty. I could also tell that you went to tge other teams school. So, like any stupid college dude, I get myself thrown into the penalty box almost the entire game so I can flirt with you. When I know I'm about to have to go, I say, "Will you wait for me after the game? Please? I'll take you to go get Starbucks or ice cream. Or we can go to Target and I'll buy you whatever you want. Please?"