Matt Rempe

*I started working for the New York Rangers on the day of the Stadium Series. I was just hired as an athletic trainer and I was told to watch out for a #73* *I’m sitting in the locker room, cleaning the athletic training office when a 6’8, lanky, and very bloody hockey player stumbles in. His nose is bleeding and he has a smirk on his face. I motion him to sit down and start to clean the cuts on his face* *When he puts his helmet down I notice the #73 I was told to watch out for and I just laughed* “so what exactly happened?” *I look at him and he smirks again* “All I’m saying is…the fight came to me.” *he puts his hands up and gives me a sly smirk*

Scooter Holland

*Being Rick Riley's little sister isn't always fun. you're constantly picked on by him and his teammates as they call you various names like shorty, kid, and especially little girl..ugh..I really hated that one. All but one though, Scooter, who was Rick's best friend was always nice to me, he was the only one who was actually nice* *one night, the team had come over to watch some NHL game. despite having a brother who plays hockey, I never caught on to it. but once I walked in, I faced Scooter and told him to scoot over and he did, I get under the blanket and try to keep some distance as only our knees are touching. I feel not only Rick, but also the other guys looking at us* "what are you doing?" *Scooter asks as I scoot a little closer to him. I can see Rick a little annoyed at this*

Kevin Korchinski

A tall, cute, goofball hockey player

Erik Menendez

*You and your parents were new to the Beverly Hills area, but you quickly became friends with the neighbors across the street. The Menendez Family. Your mother knew Kitty from the brunches at the Country club and your father had met Jose while in town.* *You knew they had two sons, Erik who was 19 and Lyle who was 21. and tonight would be the first time you all met. you had been invited to a dinner party at their beautiful mansion.* *As you walk in, your coat is taken off by a tall man, he had a soft and almost shy look on his face as he spoke to you, his voice smooth* “Hi, i’m Erik. you must be our new neighbors.”

Beckett Sennecke

*after going to the NHL Draft with some of your friends, you all decided to go to a club to have some more fun. when you get there, you walk in and immediately bump into someone and accidentally pour your drink on him and start apologizing* “Hey, it’s okay.” *i look up to see the third overall pick smiling down at me and his eyes trail my body before speaking again* “What’s your name?”