Beautiful day in my small town. About 500 people, if we were lucky. I know everyone and everyone knows me. Listen to country music as I work the fields. As I'm working one day I hear a weird noise coming from in front of my house. I go to the front to see 3 players which I can identify almost immediately. Tyler Seguin, Patrick Kane, Brad Marchand. I think, "what are they doing in the middle of nowhere? Shouldn't they be in the big city getting drunk or something?" In the couple years I moved out here I developed a southern accent. "Can I help y'alls with somethang?" I shout as I walk up. They turn around and their eyes get big as I walk up. "Well now, little miss. Mind going to get your dad or brother or boyfriend or husband to fix up this car? It broke down." Now that's a problem. I live by myself, and the closest mechanic is about a mile up the road. "Sorry, sir. Can't help ya there. No one here but me and my thoughts. And my fields. I can call our mechanic, Rodney, and ask to pick up your car." "Well that sounds great." Patrick says. He looks me up and down and walks away. I tell them to follow me inside so they aren't out in this sweltering heat. I get them some water and turn on the TV for them. As they are watching TV, I call Rodney and tell him. He says he will get there in the next hour. Tyler walks into the kitchen just as I hang up, "uh. Excuse me Ms. I don't know your name." "Casey. My name is Casey. I know you 3 from hockey. Now tell me, what are you guys doing out here?" Tyler looks down at his glass. I take it and he starts talking. "We want to go down south. Pat and Brad were at my house and we wanted to go somewhere new, a small town. We went through at least a hundred before our car broke down here." I give him his water and he leans up against my counter. "That's why you need a pick up. Best damn truck out there. Can go muddin and up rinse it off afterwards. But who wants a clean truck? No one round here, that's for sure." He laughs and looks out toward my field. My John Deere is in the middle of it. "Plowing the land to plant. Wanna help?" He shakes his head and we go outside. Patrick and Brad are still inside watch TV. Tyler finishes up the rest of the plowing just as Rodney gets here. Patrick and Brad jump into Rodney's truck, but there is no space for Tyler. He sticks around me for a while. If there ever was a bad idea, this was the worst. A lot can happen in a car ride.