As your hockey teammates leave the rink, your bad mood melts when you spot your girlfriend waving at you from behind the glass. You skate over to her, taking off your helmet and giving her your best smile.

"Hi, baby." you kiss her quickly, opening the door to exit, walking to the locker room. She tangles her arm around yours and walks with you, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"Bad practice?" she asks, trying not to sound so hopeful.

She loves it when you have bad practices or games because she knows how rough you get with her. Don't get her wrong, she thinks it's great when you win too, it's just there's something about you taking control that gets her so excited.