"Is hockey hard? "I don't know, you tell me. We need to have the strength and power of a football player, the stamina of a marathon runner, and the concentration of a brain surgeon. But we need to put all this together while moving at high speeds on a cold and slippery surface while 5 other guys use clubs to try and kill us, oh yeah did I mention that this whole time we're standing on blades 1/8 of an inch thick? Is ice hockey hard? I don't know, you tell me. Next question"
-Brendan Shanahan
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"Logan, Logan, Logs wake up" I hear someone say shaking me awake "What?" I ask groggily siting up "Practise is in an hour" James say "The guys don't even like me James what's the point?" I ask my eyes fixing to the bright light coming in the room, where I see Evgeni, Marc-Andre and Kris sitting on various chairs in my room "We like you" Marc offers "I know" I say giving him a smile "But I kind of need my Captian to at least tolerate the fact I'm a girl" "Well.." Kris says dragging out the L "You kind of need to tolerate your Captian for him to tolerate you" "Screw you Letang" I say pushing James off me and walking towards my walk in closet "I've been on the Pittsburgh Penguins for half a season he needs to start acting like he can tolerate me, I act like I can tolerate him", I quickly get dressed and walk back out and throw my Long, Dirty blond hair in a high ponytail on my head, James gives a low whistle, as I flip him off, I then grab my brown leather barclet and my brothers army dogtags, I then quickly swipe some mascara on my eyelashes and line my eyes with water proof black eyeliner "Let's go" I say, jogging down the stairs and slipping into my black converse "Wow you get ready fast" Marc says, walking down the stairs followed by Evgeni, Kris and James, all the boys get on their shoes, I then remember I forgot a few things "One sec" I call, walking into the kitchen where I see my Pens snapback, My black snakebite piercings and my cell phone, I quickly slip my snakebites in the two peircings on my lip, I then grab my phone and put it in my bra and put my snapback on my head pulling my ponytail through the hole in the back "Let's go" i say walking right pass the boys out the door "We're taking my Range Rover" Marc says from behind me "Okay" I say jumping in the passengers side "I was wondering how you got here"

20 Minutes later we arrive at the Consol Energy Center other wise known as the Igloo by the locals, as Marc parks and I jump out of his Range Rover I go to walk through the players entrance when I feel myself being lifted over someones shoulders "What the hell" I scream banging my fist against my kidnappers back"Hush up Log" Marc says coming up behind my kidnapper and laughing as I keep banging th back of my kidnapper "If this is James Fucking Neal I swear to every thing that is holy you are fucking dead" I growl, I hear a bunch of laughter and see that the person whos shoulder I'm flung over has walked into the room where the rest of my teammates are, "Davis, watch your mouth" Coach says walking into the room "Fine" I mumble, I put my hands on the shoulders of the person holding me i push myself up into a handstand position on his shoulder and flip off, As I land on my feet and turn around I see it was James who was holding me "James Fucking Neal I swear to everything that is holy" I growl giving him the evil eye "What?" James ask trying to act innocent "Calm down you too!" Coach shouts, I step back from James and look at Coach "His Fault" I whine "Don't act like a little girl Logan" Evgeni says, I stick my toung out at him