Up and Coming
Chapter 24
"Hey Drew!" I called across the ice, and Drew Doughty hit me with a low pass, and I took off toward the net, deking Jonathon Quick at the net, and roofing a backhander into the back of the net.
I skated back toward the bench, taking off my helmet and handing it to an equipment manager who wiped the visor as I took a drink.
"Jakie! I think your billets want your attention!" Called Dustin, motioning toward the Butlers.
Colette was frantically motioning for me to put on my helmet, looking frightened.
"Yeah, I'll give em' their moneys worth." I grinned, and took of toward the net, picking up a puck, and doing a few shoulder fakes before flipping it into the back of the net, and skating back to the bench to reclaim my helmet.
Colette was hiding her eyes, as I grabbed my helmet back from the equipment manager, and skated out toward center ice to tap Mike's pants with my stick.
"Dude, I am fuckin beat. I'm going to fuckin relax. See you in the complex."
He nodded, and I skated toward the doors, helmet in hand, with one skate blade dragging on the ice behind me. Avia came over to the glass, and I stopped to talk to her.
"Can you meet us now?" She asked.
"Sure." I nodded. "Just ask a security guard to bring you down to the visitors complex."
She nodded, and headed back to tell Shay.
I headed down the tunnel, and turned the corner.
"Jake!" Called Jonathon, from the end of the hallway. "Our uniforms are already out!"
"Sweet." I replied, heading into the dressing room.
I took off my shoulder pads, helmet, elbow guards, gloves, practice jersey, and under armor, handing each piece of equipment to the managers, to wash, dry and fix.
"Jake! Someone is here for you!" Called Drew, coming into the room, and I headed to the door to see the Butlers.
"Hey!" I greeted them. "What's up?"
"Do you have some footage for me?" Shay asked.
"For sure! How are we going to get footage to you when we aren't in the same city?" I asked, pulling the memory card out of my flip cam.
"I have an account on dropbox." He told me. "I'll text you the details."
I nodded, and he handed me an empty memory card.
"Good luck tonight!" Avia smiled up at me.
"Thanks." I told her. "I'll do my best."
I skated back toward the bench, taking off my helmet and handing it to an equipment manager who wiped the visor as I took a drink.
"Jakie! I think your billets want your attention!" Called Dustin, motioning toward the Butlers.
Colette was frantically motioning for me to put on my helmet, looking frightened.
"Yeah, I'll give em' their moneys worth." I grinned, and took of toward the net, picking up a puck, and doing a few shoulder fakes before flipping it into the back of the net, and skating back to the bench to reclaim my helmet.
Colette was hiding her eyes, as I grabbed my helmet back from the equipment manager, and skated out toward center ice to tap Mike's pants with my stick.
"Dude, I am fuckin beat. I'm going to fuckin relax. See you in the complex."
He nodded, and I skated toward the doors, helmet in hand, with one skate blade dragging on the ice behind me. Avia came over to the glass, and I stopped to talk to her.
"Can you meet us now?" She asked.
"Sure." I nodded. "Just ask a security guard to bring you down to the visitors complex."
She nodded, and headed back to tell Shay.
I headed down the tunnel, and turned the corner.
"Jake!" Called Jonathon, from the end of the hallway. "Our uniforms are already out!"
"Sweet." I replied, heading into the dressing room.
I took off my shoulder pads, helmet, elbow guards, gloves, practice jersey, and under armor, handing each piece of equipment to the managers, to wash, dry and fix.
"Jake! Someone is here for you!" Called Drew, coming into the room, and I headed to the door to see the Butlers.
"Hey!" I greeted them. "What's up?"
"Do you have some footage for me?" Shay asked.
"For sure! How are we going to get footage to you when we aren't in the same city?" I asked, pulling the memory card out of my flip cam.
"I have an account on dropbox." He told me. "I'll text you the details."
I nodded, and he handed me an empty memory card.
"Good luck tonight!" Avia smiled up at me.
"Thanks." I told her. "I'll do my best."
