"Hey boys! Can we all meet in the dressing room in about 20 minutes?" Called Darryl Sutter from the front of the bus.

I nodded, along with the rest of the team, and Darryl headed off of the bus, clutching his clipboard to his chest.

"Alright here boys! Let's go, let's go! Let's get ready for this game here!" I called, as I made my way to the front of the bus.

I thanked the driver, and headed down the staircase, and onto the walkway toward the VIP entrance. The walkway had been sectioned off, with only members of the media inside the ropes, and security guards were standing by.

"Hey Jakie! What's your schedule like?" Mike called to me.

"I'll show you when we get inside!" I called to him, glancing toward the mob of cameras following me to the doors.

I pushed the doors open, and left the cameras behind.

"I can't wait to get on the fuckin ice!" Drew shouted from in front of me.

"I know! It's gonna be amazing, for sure!" I replied.

I headed into the complex, and walked through the shiny metal door to the visitors dressing room.

"Jake!" Anze smiled, and I waved.

I headed for my stall, and opened the large locker under my seat. I pulled out my LA Galaxy soccer ball, and dropped my bag in my stall, as I headed out into the hallway with the ball.

I met up with Mike, Dustin, Anze, and Drew, and I kicked the ball into the middle of our circle to start a game of two touch.

"Hey guys, am I too late to join in?" Called Jarret Stoll, running up to us.

I took a few steps back, to make room in the circle for him.