Up and Coming
Chapter 31
I headed into the dressing room, and grabbed my camera from my stall.
"Hey guys. It's about 5 PM, we have 2 hours until the game starts, and I'm in the dressing room." I panned the camera, to show the dressing room. "There's not many people in here right now. I'm gonna kinda stay in here and get ready for the game, and then in an hour, we have warmup. Some people are allowed into the arena at this point, if they are considered a VIP."
I showed my stall, with my equipment placed perfectly in order.
"I'm gonna spend the next little while getting ready for the game, so I'll check back in after warmup." I said, shutting the camera off.
I walked over to the stick racks by the door, and grabbed 8 sticks with my name printed on them. I brought them back to my stall, and set them all down at the left side of the stall. I picked a roll of white stick tape, and a cake of pink stick wax out of my stall.
"Hey Jake." Dustin came into the room, ripping off his shirt and heading toward the showers.
I nodded at him, and started to tape the blade of the first stick, from heel to toe. Dustin hooked his phone to the speakers, and The Scripts If You Could See Me Now began to play.
I nodded my head in time to the music. I finished taping the blade of the stick, and moved on to the handle, giving it a large grip wrapping around and around.
"Hey Jake, can you give me those rolls when you've taken the tape off?" Mike asked, coming into the room.
"For sure. What are you using them for?" I asked him.
"Charity." He replied. "You know how we go to schools sometimes, and play with the kids? I wanted to use something other than a ball, and I found a way to make these into a good puck that won't hurt."
"Sounds like a good plan." I said. "I'll put them in your stall after I'm done with them."
He thanked me, and I resumed taping the handle of my stick. When I finished the handle, I began to wax the blade, using the pink wax I had taken out of my stall.
"Jake, where's your stick from practice?" Asked Drew from across the room.
"I'm saving it to give to a fan. It's gonna break in the 1st period if I use it." I told him.
I finished waxing the stick, and set it back to the left of my stall, starting to tape the handle of the second one.
"Ready boys?" Asked Darryl, heading through the room to the door.
I nodded, and he smiled.
I finished the taping and waxing on the second stick, and then the third, making them all identical to the first, and setting them beside the others on the left of my stall.
"Jake! Ready?" Called Dustin.
Tension was mounting in the room, and it was hard to think.
I nodded, but didn't speak.
"Hey guys. It's about 5 PM, we have 2 hours until the game starts, and I'm in the dressing room." I panned the camera, to show the dressing room. "There's not many people in here right now. I'm gonna kinda stay in here and get ready for the game, and then in an hour, we have warmup. Some people are allowed into the arena at this point, if they are considered a VIP."
I showed my stall, with my equipment placed perfectly in order.
"I'm gonna spend the next little while getting ready for the game, so I'll check back in after warmup." I said, shutting the camera off.
I walked over to the stick racks by the door, and grabbed 8 sticks with my name printed on them. I brought them back to my stall, and set them all down at the left side of the stall. I picked a roll of white stick tape, and a cake of pink stick wax out of my stall.
"Hey Jake." Dustin came into the room, ripping off his shirt and heading toward the showers.
I nodded at him, and started to tape the blade of the first stick, from heel to toe. Dustin hooked his phone to the speakers, and The Scripts If You Could See Me Now began to play.
I nodded my head in time to the music. I finished taping the blade of the stick, and moved on to the handle, giving it a large grip wrapping around and around.
"Hey Jake, can you give me those rolls when you've taken the tape off?" Mike asked, coming into the room.
"For sure. What are you using them for?" I asked him.
"Charity." He replied. "You know how we go to schools sometimes, and play with the kids? I wanted to use something other than a ball, and I found a way to make these into a good puck that won't hurt."
"Sounds like a good plan." I said. "I'll put them in your stall after I'm done with them."
He thanked me, and I resumed taping the handle of my stick. When I finished the handle, I began to wax the blade, using the pink wax I had taken out of my stall.
"Jake, where's your stick from practice?" Asked Drew from across the room.
"I'm saving it to give to a fan. It's gonna break in the 1st period if I use it." I told him.
I finished waxing the stick, and set it back to the left of my stall, starting to tape the handle of the second one.
"Ready boys?" Asked Darryl, heading through the room to the door.
I nodded, and he smiled.
I finished the taping and waxing on the second stick, and then the third, making them all identical to the first, and setting them beside the others on the left of my stall.
"Jake! Ready?" Called Dustin.
Tension was mounting in the room, and it was hard to think.
I nodded, but didn't speak.
