Unexpected
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
I had been sitting at the beach all afternoon. It was nice being in the south. Most people down here didn’t watch or keep up with Hockey. North Carolina was great and as long as I stayed away from my Penguins gear, I should be fine. I have been here for almost a week and no one has stopped me to sign crap, or take pictures for that matter.
Geno has had more attention from his accent.
“I like here. Yes?”
“Sure its cool, a little hot but nice. It is nice to just be Sidney for a day and not Sidney Crosby number 87 for the Penguins.”
Geno laughed then turned looking back at me.
“It nice to be Geno, every day.”
I punched him lightly in the arm and he gave me an over dramatic “Owww”
“Seriously?” I chuckled.
A few of the guys walked over asked if we wanted to play volleyball.
“Sure.”
I answered and hopped up wiping the sand from my trunks.
Gronk served first and Geno proceeded to knock it down Talbo’s throat.
He raised his hands over his head and roared.
“What we can’t get a game?” Tanger walked up with a few chicks following him closely. They had no idea who he was but Tanger had that effect on women.
“Next game you play.” Geno yelled over to him.
We played a few games and I decided that I had to get my pastiness out of the sun. This Canadian skin was not made for North Carolina beaches.
“You know that is gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow!” Tanger called out to me from the bar. I touched the skin over my shoulder and winced at the burn.
“Yeah, looks like it.” I smirked.
“Aww you guys don’t have to worry about Sid here he is a brute he can handle it.” Gronk spoke up.
Jordan Staal had invited us down to visit with him this summer. The beach was only about 3 hours from Raleigh.
“I am going to pick up a couple of pies for you guys. Anything special?”
“Je veux toute la merde que je ne mange jamais pendant la saison.” Talbo spoke up. (I want all the crap I never eat during the season.)
“Only English in this house you fucking Flyer.” Gronk smirked at Max.
“Better a flyer than a fucking Carolina Hurricane, what the hell kind of name is that anyway?” Max snipped back.
“yeah yeah” Gronk conceded.
“Sid you wanna ride?”
“Yup” I jumped from the couch just to get the Gronk and Talbo show over a little quicker.
We left the house just as the sun was dipping below the horizon.
“It really is great here. I don’t think I would last long, ninety nine degrees is a little hot for me. I am more of a 45 and below kinda guy.”
“Yeah, but there is nothing finer than the women in Carolina”
His chuckle told all.
“Staal please tell me you are being careful.”
“Always, lighten up dude.”
“Oh for fucks sake, Dude?”
He just laughed hit drive and stomped on the gas.
We hit the pizza joint named Max’s.
“Beer’s on me Captain.”
“Please, down low please.”
“It is dark and there are 4 people in here I think you Sidney Crosby are safe.” He pointed into my chest.
The bartender walked over “What can I get for you boys?”
“Two Labatt blues”
“You got ID?” she asked Gronk
I laughed out loud at the question and the look on Staal’s face.
He pulled out his wallet and slapped his ID on the bar.
“Oh” was all she said and then turned and grabbed the beers. “On the house.”
“Nah, I will pay.”
She pointed over her head at the bar light that had all of the sudden lit up. It was a Carolina Hurricanes logo and she grinned over at him. My dad would kill me if I made you pay.
“I always wondered if," she air quoted," THE Jordan Staal would ever wonder in here. My dad will be disappointed that he wasn’t here to meet you.”
“I can sign something for him or maybe stop by again. We are in town for a week more.”
“I am sure he would like that.”
She turned and walked away. I noticed the tan lines on the lower part of her thighs. Well I was looking at her ass and drifted. She had no idea who I was and it was nice. I could look at her and she just thought I was like every twenty five year old guy at the beach.
We drank our beers, finishing them, she handed Gronk the pies and waved bye to us.
“I cannot believe she had no idea who you were. Sidney fucking Crosby has left the building.” There was nothing that could keep Gronk’s mouth shut well except Tanger putting him in the glass.
I flipped him the bird, settling into the leather seats of his Rover. It took about 15 minutes to drive back to the end of the island.
“Took long enough.” Tanger smirked.
I grabbed a piece of pie and sat down on the couch hovering over the TV. There was talk of a lock out but I was going to train hard regardless. I needed this down time with the guys. The fishing charter yesterday had been fun. Geno had the most fun with that. “Fishing good.” He had said over and over.
“Night” I stood from the couch.
“For Christ’s sake Crosby its what eleven?”
“And what?” I asked raising my hands
“Nighty night sweetie, don’t let the bed bugs bite” Talbo smirked
“You keep sticking it every girl around and you are going to be the one with bugs.” I smiled over at Max.
“You are just jealous Captain. I can have whoever I want and you just don’t know what you are missing.”
“Puck Bunnies are not my style.”
“What is your style, Geno?”
“Fuck you Talbot.”
Geno grinned over at him and laughed.
“Crosby not my type, his ass to big.”
I took the stairs two at a time and did my stretching ritual before hopping in the shower. The hot water burned my shoulders, sun burn was something I knew little about.
I pulled the covers over and thought about the girl at the bar. She had been so natura,l no makeup, her hair pulled back in a ponytail in the middle of her head. She looked normal. I hated the fake boobs and spray tans on the bunnies and avoided them, or pawned them off on my teammates. Geno had a girlfriend and I was always the third wheel with them. I drifted thinking about those tan lines on her long muscular legs.
I had been sitting at the beach all afternoon. It was nice being in the south. Most people down here didn’t watch or keep up with Hockey. North Carolina was great and as long as I stayed away from my Penguins gear, I should be fine. I have been here for almost a week and no one has stopped me to sign crap, or take pictures for that matter.
Geno has had more attention from his accent.
“I like here. Yes?”
“Sure its cool, a little hot but nice. It is nice to just be Sidney for a day and not Sidney Crosby number 87 for the Penguins.”
Geno laughed then turned looking back at me.
“It nice to be Geno, every day.”
I punched him lightly in the arm and he gave me an over dramatic “Owww”
“Seriously?” I chuckled.
A few of the guys walked over asked if we wanted to play volleyball.
“Sure.”
I answered and hopped up wiping the sand from my trunks.
Gronk served first and Geno proceeded to knock it down Talbo’s throat.
He raised his hands over his head and roared.
“What we can’t get a game?” Tanger walked up with a few chicks following him closely. They had no idea who he was but Tanger had that effect on women.
“Next game you play.” Geno yelled over to him.
We played a few games and I decided that I had to get my pastiness out of the sun. This Canadian skin was not made for North Carolina beaches.
“You know that is gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow!” Tanger called out to me from the bar. I touched the skin over my shoulder and winced at the burn.
“Yeah, looks like it.” I smirked.
“Aww you guys don’t have to worry about Sid here he is a brute he can handle it.” Gronk spoke up.
Jordan Staal had invited us down to visit with him this summer. The beach was only about 3 hours from Raleigh.
“I am going to pick up a couple of pies for you guys. Anything special?”
“Je veux toute la merde que je ne mange jamais pendant la saison.” Talbo spoke up. (I want all the crap I never eat during the season.)
“Only English in this house you fucking Flyer.” Gronk smirked at Max.
“Better a flyer than a fucking Carolina Hurricane, what the hell kind of name is that anyway?” Max snipped back.
“yeah yeah” Gronk conceded.
“Sid you wanna ride?”
“Yup” I jumped from the couch just to get the Gronk and Talbo show over a little quicker.
We left the house just as the sun was dipping below the horizon.
“It really is great here. I don’t think I would last long, ninety nine degrees is a little hot for me. I am more of a 45 and below kinda guy.”
“Yeah, but there is nothing finer than the women in Carolina”
His chuckle told all.
“Staal please tell me you are being careful.”
“Always, lighten up dude.”
“Oh for fucks sake, Dude?”
He just laughed hit drive and stomped on the gas.
We hit the pizza joint named Max’s.
“Beer’s on me Captain.”
“Please, down low please.”
“It is dark and there are 4 people in here I think you Sidney Crosby are safe.” He pointed into my chest.
The bartender walked over “What can I get for you boys?”
“Two Labatt blues”
“You got ID?” she asked Gronk
I laughed out loud at the question and the look on Staal’s face.
He pulled out his wallet and slapped his ID on the bar.
“Oh” was all she said and then turned and grabbed the beers. “On the house.”
“Nah, I will pay.”
She pointed over her head at the bar light that had all of the sudden lit up. It was a Carolina Hurricanes logo and she grinned over at him. My dad would kill me if I made you pay.
“I always wondered if," she air quoted," THE Jordan Staal would ever wonder in here. My dad will be disappointed that he wasn’t here to meet you.”
“I can sign something for him or maybe stop by again. We are in town for a week more.”
“I am sure he would like that.”
She turned and walked away. I noticed the tan lines on the lower part of her thighs. Well I was looking at her ass and drifted. She had no idea who I was and it was nice. I could look at her and she just thought I was like every twenty five year old guy at the beach.
We drank our beers, finishing them, she handed Gronk the pies and waved bye to us.
“I cannot believe she had no idea who you were. Sidney fucking Crosby has left the building.” There was nothing that could keep Gronk’s mouth shut well except Tanger putting him in the glass.
I flipped him the bird, settling into the leather seats of his Rover. It took about 15 minutes to drive back to the end of the island.
“Took long enough.” Tanger smirked.
I grabbed a piece of pie and sat down on the couch hovering over the TV. There was talk of a lock out but I was going to train hard regardless. I needed this down time with the guys. The fishing charter yesterday had been fun. Geno had the most fun with that. “Fishing good.” He had said over and over.
“Night” I stood from the couch.
“For Christ’s sake Crosby its what eleven?”
“And what?” I asked raising my hands
“Nighty night sweetie, don’t let the bed bugs bite” Talbo smirked
“You keep sticking it every girl around and you are going to be the one with bugs.” I smiled over at Max.
“You are just jealous Captain. I can have whoever I want and you just don’t know what you are missing.”
“Puck Bunnies are not my style.”
“What is your style, Geno?”
“Fuck you Talbot.”
Geno grinned over at him and laughed.
“Crosby not my type, his ass to big.”
I took the stairs two at a time and did my stretching ritual before hopping in the shower. The hot water burned my shoulders, sun burn was something I knew little about.
I pulled the covers over and thought about the girl at the bar. She had been so natura,l no makeup, her hair pulled back in a ponytail in the middle of her head. She looked normal. I hated the fake boobs and spray tans on the bunnies and avoided them, or pawned them off on my teammates. Geno had a girlfriend and I was always the third wheel with them. I drifted thinking about those tan lines on her long muscular legs.
12/29/12