Shoot and score

There he was, in the middle of the face off circle with 20 seconds remaing in third period. The score was 3-2, The Blackhawks were ahead by one goal. It was up to him to win the face off..

"Hey! Tazer! Buddy! HEEEEEEEEEEYYY!!!!" Patrick Kane was jumping up and down in front me in an attempt to get my attention.

I then realized I was spacing out, but leave it up it Kaner to get me back to reality."Oh my God, you're so annoying! What do you want?"

"Well, you were spacing out. Is everything okay?" Kane suddenly seemed very worried.

"Yeah, I was just thinking. Ya know, the playoff are coming up, I've just been so stressed, This is the best year we've had, and to think, it could just be gone like that? It worries me."

"Wow, and now comes Captain Serious." Patrick Smirked, causing me to snort and roll my eyes. "But yeah, I understand. We just have to stay strong, keep up our plays, and keep everyone in check. We can't be doing stupid things."

"Says the one who got mad at the cabbie." I chuckled, and Patrick gave me one of the coldest stares ever. I didn't even know it was possible to get a glare like that from him.

"Hey" He groaned, "I've changed! I've been better.. No more crazy parties anymore."
We both rolled our eyes just thinking about that. Shaw then walked in to the room
"Woooo! Who's ready to clip some wings?!"

The whole room applauded. I ran my hand through my hair and started to get padded up and ready for the game. So far this night just had a dreary wave over it, I couldn't exactly pin-point the problem either. I was just hoping something would change his night for the better.

"Hey, If you need anything. I'm right here for you." Patrick patted his shoulder and smiled.

"Get off of me, and go get ready!" I laughed

"Woo! Captain serious!"

The whole team laughed and finished getting ready, and on their way out of the room, I went ahead stayed behind to give high-fives to everyone, I felt like we were going to need it.

"Lets do this!" I shouted, attempting to bring myself into a better mood, it felt like it was working.

As I left the room, I left behind the worries and stress that I was drowning in, and let the roar of the crowd carry me away.

Please let this night be better... Please. I thought at I skated on to the fresh Ice of the United Center.

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