Some things didn’t make sense, the way your game felt off tonight or maybe the fact it was an away game. Well, maybe it was the fact that your eyes never left #11 on the ducks

He was cute! A lot of hockey players were cute! Wait! Not the time, middle of the 1st hour. Watching as the ducks actually got possession of the puck for the first time

Then he got the puck, Fuck, that was the first time that game actually got to you. You couldn’t move fast enough, your eyes were stuck on his face and not the puck. The way your team looked at you, told you everything before the goal siren went off. The rest of the game went the same way, goals from him left and right

“Hey…” His voice chimed out when he spotted you about to leave “you- your- helmet….its…pretty…” He stutters