Up and Coming
Chapter 40
As the line of players got closer to the ice, I heard Himelek's Spam begin to play in the arena.
"Let's fuckin go here boys!" I called.
Jon stepped onto the ice, and headed for his net. I took a run, and hit the ice flying. I glanced up into the crowd, and saw a sea of Minnesota fans. The odd LA fan stood out like a Christmas tree. I chewed nervously on my mouthguard, as I skated around my own net.
"Jakie!" Called Mike, motioning for me to meet him at the bench.
I skated over to him, dragging the toe of my right skate lazily on the ice.
"We're together on the penalty kill unit. Do you wanna take the faceoffs?" He said to me.
"You're the centerman." I replied.
"It's fine. You were pretty good at faceoffs in practice." He said.
"I guess I'll try the first one, but if I lose, I'm going back to wing." I told him, before skating back to center ice.
He nodded, and I lined up beside the Minnesota winger, waiting for the faceoff. The ref skated out to the center ice dot.
"Let's go boys!" The ref called, and dropped the puck, just like that.
I burst up the ice, and immediately felt a jolt go through my entire body. I fell to the ice, and the whistle blew.
"Number 20! Two minutes! Interference!" The ref called, and guided a player to the penalty box.
I shook my head, and glanced at the back of his jersey. # 20. Suter. I grimaced as I tried to get up, and vowed to get him back for the hit.
"You OK Jakie?" Asked Dustin, skating by and offering me a hand up.
I nodded, and skated slowly toward the bench. I arrived at the bench, and climbed over the boards, sitting down and motioning for a doctor.
"What is it?" Asked the doctor, concerned.
"My back." I told him, wincing in pain as I shifted to grab a water bottle.
"Lower?" He asked, writing on a clipboard.
I nodded, and took my mouthguard out.
"Is it too bad to play?" He asked, and I shook my head.
"I'll play. Can we get it looked at in the intermission?" I asked him.
He nodded, and I thanked him.
"You good Jakie?" Asked Mike, and I nodded, putting my mouthguard back in.
"Let's fuckin go here boys!" I called.
Jon stepped onto the ice, and headed for his net. I took a run, and hit the ice flying. I glanced up into the crowd, and saw a sea of Minnesota fans. The odd LA fan stood out like a Christmas tree. I chewed nervously on my mouthguard, as I skated around my own net.
"Jakie!" Called Mike, motioning for me to meet him at the bench.
I skated over to him, dragging the toe of my right skate lazily on the ice.
"We're together on the penalty kill unit. Do you wanna take the faceoffs?" He said to me.
"You're the centerman." I replied.
"It's fine. You were pretty good at faceoffs in practice." He said.
"I guess I'll try the first one, but if I lose, I'm going back to wing." I told him, before skating back to center ice.
He nodded, and I lined up beside the Minnesota winger, waiting for the faceoff. The ref skated out to the center ice dot.
"Let's go boys!" The ref called, and dropped the puck, just like that.
I burst up the ice, and immediately felt a jolt go through my entire body. I fell to the ice, and the whistle blew.
"Number 20! Two minutes! Interference!" The ref called, and guided a player to the penalty box.
I shook my head, and glanced at the back of his jersey. # 20. Suter. I grimaced as I tried to get up, and vowed to get him back for the hit.
"You OK Jakie?" Asked Dustin, skating by and offering me a hand up.
I nodded, and skated slowly toward the bench. I arrived at the bench, and climbed over the boards, sitting down and motioning for a doctor.
"What is it?" Asked the doctor, concerned.
"My back." I told him, wincing in pain as I shifted to grab a water bottle.
"Lower?" He asked, writing on a clipboard.
I nodded, and took my mouthguard out.
"Is it too bad to play?" He asked, and I shook my head.
"I'll play. Can we get it looked at in the intermission?" I asked him.
He nodded, and I thanked him.
"You good Jakie?" Asked Mike, and I nodded, putting my mouthguard back in.
