Beating the top league in the Swiss League, Geneve-Servette HC, felt better than great. After a slow start from the team the past couple of weeks and a couple of games that were just complete downside blowouts, it was nice to beat a team that was considered the best of the best, and to be hit up a spot in the league standings. Patrick, Marc and I headed back to our apartment in the city, and before we even made it out of our suits and into more comfortable wear, I could tell they were raring for a party. After a game I had had earlier in the afternoon, (four goals, and five points) I probably should’ve been raring to get shit-faced drunk with my friends and find a little Switzerland girl to suck on my white chocolate, but I wasn’t. “C’mon man, there are plenty of honeys in this city, and when they see the man who almost single handedly just took out the number one team, they’ll be itching for your jock!” Patrick screamed from his room in the apartment, from the kitchen I shook my head at Marc who was obviously agreeing with him. Something about that didn’t feel right. Nothing had felt right as of late and it had to do all with her. “Do you understand this opportunity you’ve been given, Tyler?” Marc asked, taking a long sip of his beer and taking a lame attempt to throw the beer can into the trash can across the room, failing. I shook my head and grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge, cracking it open and taking a long sip. Switzerland was supposed to have been my place to get away from everything, place a little hockey, and have a little time to breathe. Something I hadn’t been able to do in Boston, as of late. “I’m just not in the mood tonight, I’m tired. It’s been a long week, besides we have a game tomorrow night too.” I reminded them because otherwise they probably would have forgot and then plopped down on the couch next to Marc. Patrick came out of his room, in what could only be described as a pimp suit, and held up his hands in question. “Why are you dressed like you’re about to crash in your bed, sleeping, and not what you should be doing?” He raised his eyebrows towards me and pointed towards my clothes—pajamas. “I told you, I’m not going out. You guys go out, I’m just not in the mood.” “You’re never in the mood,” Marc reminded us all, and I shrugged, not agreeing or disagreeing with them. “Since you’ve gotten here you’ve went out like twice, and you were such a buzz kill then.” My roommates sure knew how to make a guy feel great about someone. Still, I didn’t respond. “What is up with you? Weren’t you like the bomb dot com when the cup came around? Party boy Seguin who’d bang every walking thing with a vagina no matter how ugly they were?” I shook my head and shrugged. Those stories had been made up, untrue, and falsified. Sure I had gotten shit wasted, but I didn’t sleep around, I had kept true to her. “I just--” I didn’t know what to say. These were guys; you didn’t just let your feelings out like a pussy in front of your bros. “It’s a girl, isn’t it?” Marc asked with a snide smile on his face, quickly my face turned a shade of purple, and I could no longer deny it—no matter how much I didn’t want to talk about it. “It is a girl! Who is it? Is it that girl who tried to get your number after the Lions game? Or that other one, the kind of slutty one?” I shook my head to both of his questions. “Neither. Just forget about it.” “It’s a girl back home, isn’t it?” Patrick asked sounding deep. I shrugged. “Why don’t you get her back?” Again, I shrugged. “I can’t. It’s not that simple.” It wasn’t that simple at all. There was too many factors involved in the equations, variables that couldn’t get past, and since before I had left for Switzerland—the reason I had left to play in another country—it wasn’t going to be able to be solved. “Everything is that simple, man. Go back to Boston, we have a couple of days off, go see her and figure it out and then come back here and stop being such a bump on a log. Bring her back here if you have too because we need our wingman in action.” Patrick explained with a laugh. Yeah, I don’t think it was that simple.

Notes

I also have this posted on Mibba, so here it is :)